Hey guys, I hope you guys like this one! ______________________ Have you ever gotten the feeling that if your crush gets a girlfriend, and he's not you, you're heart will tear into a million pieces? I've heard it hurts. A lot. It's never happened to me though, as I've never been interested in any of the boys in my grade. Until I moved up to sixth grade. Pretty young to be thinking about these stuff, huh? In Maryland, most of our elementary schools are from PreK to 5th grade. Middle schools are from 6th to 8th grade, and high schools are from 9th to 12th grade. This year I've finished 6th grade, and I was totally in love with this one boy. I think about him all through my summer vacation, even when I'm in California and I see so many other cuter boys. But he... I'm not interested in looks. Personality. That's what I look for. Yeah, he might act a bit... Erm, strange sometimes, and other times he might be completely silent. I still love him. And I'm now afraid of that feeling. What will 7th grade be like?
Obviously, my last chapter was stupid. I hope this one isn't THAT bad... __________________________ I wake up at 5:30, like every other school day. My alarm is croaking out "It's Friday" by the most disliked girl in the US, Rebecca Black. The only reason I have that horrible song on my alarm is because I find it amusing. I slam my palm on my alarm, accidentally pushing the *louder* button. Okay, now officially, my eardrums hurt. I came to my senses and sat up in my bed, rubbing my eyes. I push the Off button on my alarm, and my day starts. I go into the bathroom, shower and get my teeth brushed. Then comes the fun part. Choosing my clothes. I chose a tye-dye t-shirt, and a pair of shorts. I put on my contacts, and admire myself in the mirror. I know, vain, right? I don't feel like eating my cereal, so I just pour a glass of milk out, since I heard milk makes you taller, and I'm only 4'10". I carpool with my friend Jennifer, since she's my next door neighbor. "Vivi!!" yelled my idiot brother. His name is Brian, and he's about two years older than me. "What?!" -you little brat-. "Mom said to put out the trash!" Ugh, I swear, Mom always tells BRIAN to put out the trash, so obviously he's lying, but I'm not going to let him spoil my morning by starting an argument. *Riing* Ooh Jennifer just texted me. Jen-Com on, do u wanna b l8?? Me-I'm coming! I swing my backpack over one shoulder, and run to Jennifer's house. After greeting her mom, we get into the car. "So, excited, Vivi?" Jennifer asked. "Huh?" I was clueless on what she meant. "Dummy! The last day of school is Tuesday, today's Friday!!!" Oh my god I'm such an idiot!! I COULD NOT believe that I had forgotten that today was the third to last day of sixth grade! "So, are ya gonna tell Daniel you like him??" Yeah right. No way, Jennifer. "Yeah right, Jennifer." She huffed. "Well, WHEN?" I didn't reply. I really didn't know if I was going to tell him either.