Here's my blog, where I like to write about my dramatic, social middle school life. Read if you dare.

It's a new week, and I'm in first period. I'm sandwiched between three popular girls, and I can't help but overhear all their tea. I mean, seriously, if a bunch of popular girls are yapping on and on about the drama of the year, you'd at least be a little bit curious, am I right?
I'm hearing so much about this kid, let's just call him Garfield or something. And Garfield is hanging out with one of them... or whatever. Their drama doesn't matter. What MATTERS is that Lily (my best friend from the first article) has a class with Garfield and we all know that he's hardcore crushing on HER. He's always blushing around her, getting things for her... and it's just... OMG. If he doesn't like her, then I don't even know what's going on.
But apparently the popular girls are hanging out with him. Hanging... out with him. What exactly do they mean by that? I mean, to be honest, Lily doesn't even LIKE Garfield. I'm just 110% sure that he likes her. And honestly... I'll keep this to myself, but they are a WAY better match than her actual crush.
Now, it's maybe the third week of school. I'm already failing math. FAILING! I spent the entire period trying to figure out how to get my grade up. I did figure it out, so that's good. I have to be in my school's A Honor Roll team. When I do, it gets in my records and I go to a good college and all the deets. Plus, I also get money. Soo... yeah. See you later!