The beginning of 8th grade:
In the beginning I had a boyfriend lets call him Ray, he left me cause his best friend, Jon, liked me, so I went out with Jon and that's when it all started.... Me and him had the same P.E. class, so we had that period together. Well one day, this mean girl, Sadira, asked him who was prettier her or me, and he said I was. Since he said that, Sadira started to bully me every. Single. Day. Soon it got so bad that everyone was doing it. The only thing keeping me from going crazy from this is band. Band is my life, Pep, Jazz, Concert, and Marching Band. So every day except for Mondays and Fridays, I had either Pep band or Jazz band or Concert band or Marching band after school, and then band two times a day, so I couldn't do anything unless I wanted to get expelled and not be able to do band. So I had to ignore it everyday and try not to cry. So after these events, more stuff happens. Me and my friend Macy, almost get into a fight with Jon's crazy ex-girlfriend Baily, now Baily isn't little Ms. Sunshine, she has a habit of lying a lot. She said something to Jon about me which was very inappropriate, so me and Macy confront her and she was getting all up in our faces, so then it's time to go in before we did anything. Two Periods later, I'm sitting in band and I get a green slip to go to the office. Apparently Baily told the Principal that we were going to fight her and we told him we weren't planning on it, we were just confronting her about something she said. Then she pulls the "Oh that was my sister." Act and said that Me and Jon were doing stuff inappropriately on a bus, that we never did! Luckily Macy was there to back me up cause she was sitting right by us on the bus so I got out of that. Some how I managed to work things out with her, but that didn't stop with everything going on...
Tomorrow I'll Continue telling you what went on in the first part of 8th grade and what went one.
Tomorrow- The break up and the outcome.
Till then Peace, Love, Band.
-Mystery Girl.
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