WARNING: NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.
ALSO, IF YOUR OFFENDED BY BAD LANGUAGE AND 13 YEAR-OLDS WHO SOUND LIKE TODDLERS, DO NOT READ.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. xD
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I'm going to 7th grade tomorrow, so I've decided to recap on my favorite times during my 6th year.
BTW, Raynie is me.

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Ah, sixth grade. I miss it so...xD

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Science, my favorite class. How much I learned will stay with me forever, from both the books and my classmates. xD
(Science room. All the diologue is in an English accent.)

Austin: 'Ave you been to Narnia lately?

Raynie: No, 'ave you?

Austin: why, yes I 'ave. Why 'aven't you gone?

Raynie: I don't 'ave a wardrobe.

Austin: Just go through a fucking door!

Raynie: I don't wanna go through a fucking door!

Austin: You 'ave to go through a fucking door to get there!

Raynie: I don't like fucking doors!

Austin: (doubles over in laughter)

Raynie: What? Oh, wait.. (slaps his face) Go to Narnia!

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The Eskimo Olympics, the ultimate strength and agility trials, located in a smelly middle school gym.
(against some wall, my bestest friend Sarah just found out her event didn't include her. Amanda is her friend, and Whitney is the bitchy jerk that no one likes.)

Whitney: Sarah, what's wrong?

Sarah: Go away, I don't want to talk to you!

Whitney: i just want to talk to you!

Raynie: Go away, nobody likes you, Whitney!

Whitney: What are you, her bodyguard? I want to talk to her!

Amanda: She said go away, Whitney!

Whitney: Shut up, I've seen chickens with more meat on their bones than you!

Amanda: Oh yeah? I've seen chickens that actually have boobs!

Whitney: =O

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Yes, my favorite classes in the third trimester were gym, Social Studies and Language Arts. Mostly because he was in those classes.
(gym class, we're running around the track. Destiny, my friend, found out I like him.)

Shannon(aka, HIM.): (winks at me)

Raynie: (dreamy smile, slows down) He winked at me...

Destiny: (pulls my arm ahead, practically drags me) Stop daydreaming about him!

Raynie: I'm not dreaming about anyone!

Destiny: (points to him)

Raynie: ...he's not a guy. He's a god. (giggles dreamily)

Destiny: Oh, shut up and at least pretend to care about your gym grade.

Raynie: I'm doing fine!

Destiny: It doesn't take long to get a bad grade in a class, Tay. Keep walking or I'll be forced to use deadly attacks on you.

(the way she said that made me crack up; she sounds like a 5 year old xD)

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Unfortunately, that was not the only dreaming-about-him moment of mine...
(after track practice, walking back inside to the gymnasium; he'd been on my team for the relay.)

Shannon: Nice job running, Wood. (puts his thumbs up for me and walks past)

Raynie: (heart flutters) Thanks... (thumbs up back at him) (frozen)

Destiny: (grabs my arm and drags me) Come on, Tay...

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Gym featured other things too. Such as my friend Destiny being a bitch about her spot.

(entrance to the girls locker room; at the side of the steps, that's our little spot to talk and have cat-fights xD)

Destiny: You're sitting in my spot.

Raynie: I always sit on the uncomfortable side of the door.

Destiny: Get out of my spot. (pushes my arm lightly)

Raynie: Its just a spot, Destiny.

Destiny: Get out of my spot.

Raynie: No, just sit down there. (points)

Destiny: (pouts) Get outta my spot!

Raynie: NO!

Destiny: YES!

Raynie: NO! ITS MY SPOT!

Destiny: ITS MY SPOT, NOW GET OUT! (yay for her cute 7 year old voice xD)

Raynie: NO!

Destiny: YES!

Raynie: GET YOUR OWN SPOT!

Destiny: THAT IS MY SPOT!

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Destiny was in my Science class too, which made it more fun xD Another friend, LaQuilla, was also in that class. A weird debate had started in the beginning of the third trimester, and it has not stopped yet, even if our teacher, Mr. Williams, had "broken" the tie.

(Gym class)

Raynie: (reading, waiting for class to start)

LQ: Are werewolves real? (eye twitch)

Raynie: ...What?

LQ: ARE WEREWOLVES REAL?! ITS A SIMPLE QUESTION!

Raynie: Okay, okay! Yes, they're real. Now may I go back to my book?

LQ: DANG IT! Hannah's winning the bet!

Raynie: It's just a scientific fact, LaQuilla.

LQ: WEREWOLVES AREN'T REAL!

Raynie: YES THEY ARE!

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(Science)

LQ: They aren't reaaaaaaaal...

Raynie: Yes they are!

LQ: No they're not!

Raynie: YES THEY ARE!

LQ: NO THEY'RE NOT!

Mr. Williams: Girls! I don't want to sound rude, but shut up!

Raynie: We should have him be the tie-breaker!
(we both run up to him)

Mr. Williams: Yes?

Raynie: We're having a fight.

LQ: Do you think werewolves are real?

Mr. Williams: Yes, they are real. People have enough proof to confirm it.

Raynie: HA!

LQ: THEY'RE NOT REAL!

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What a lovely year xD