Im at mozunk waiting for a nice person well In 5th grade, during the summer we were In 6th period recess. There was a song that a guy was playing outside of the gates. I told him to turn It up. I started dancing, and shortly after everyone was surrounding me watching me dance. There were a lot of guys watching me too. So I was so happy people could see the true me. After school this guy (let's say his name was John) asked my friend to ask me out for him. He was a bit shy. So I accepted. I liked him ever since 4th grade. Duchy! I would say yes. Anyway, we went out for 1 and half years. Yeah It was going girl eat. The next year In 6th grade I was still going out with him. I decided to break up because parent-teacher conferences were coming up and I did not want my mom to find out about us. So when I broke up with him he was all happy. I Noni he really didn’t like me. On valentine’s day I wanted to hook up again. He said no. I started crying. At the need of the year I told him I would miss him. He said the same In bored way. When I started 7th grade I found out that the only reason he went out with me Is because of a stupid bet that he had to get a girl by the end of the school year, or he would get jumped! I was devastated. So the next day my friends met up with him. I cursed him out until I couldn't breath. My friends were laughing. After I left he just stood there In awe. I hate him ever since now im at mozunk waiting for a nice person |