Writing Styles, Moving, Sadness, Whips and NaeNaes!

Heyyy! I just realized that 1-next year is my last year in elementary school! and 2-you guys don’t know what my life is like…and that’s pretty much the WHOLE REASON I’m writing this blog. And 3- THESE BOLD AND ITALICS ARENT WORKING!!! Back to the point, now, before my life becomes a homework filled…ummm….thingy, I will write on this blog like a diary!!! Starting now!!!!!
O.M.G! Gym class today was the best! We got to dance to Watch Me by Silento…or maybe it’s Silentio… You know, the song where they say “Now watch me whip, now watch me nae nae! Now watch me whip, whip, now watch me nae nae!” And guess what? They are ACTUALLY going to TEST us on the dance! Talk about Best. Test. Ever!
So anyways, today at lunch Jasmine was sad. What was wrong? It’s kind of a longish story. Maybe not…. Wait a sec, if you guys are reading this, you must have PLENTY of time! So Nicole was all down in the dumps because her BFF, Nancy is moving! Nancy is one of my friends too, so I was also pretty bummed. At lunch, I was like “Hey, Nicole, you look tired…or maybe sad.” And she said “I’m sad because Nancy is moving!” In that little ‘baby voice’ she uses when she’s sad. So when Nancy came to our table, I was like “NANCY! Is it true? You’re really moving???” “Yes. Either this Friday or next Friday.” She said, a little frown on her face. THIS FRIDAY?!??!??!!!! “No! If you do, Nicole will be depressed forever and end up as a maid with 62 imaginary cats!” I exclaimed to Nancy. Yes, I actually said that. At first, Nicole made puppy dog eyes, but then she took in what I’d said. “No I won’t….” She said. Melissa(my other friend) was telling, like EVERYBODY Nancy’s moving. To random kids, she was like “NANCY’S MOVING!” To everyone! Then I was like “If you’re moving move next to Nicole or me!”
Then Jasmine popped in! “I have NO kids in my neighborhood!” She said upsettedly. I wasn’t very focused on that though. “You. Are. Not. Moving.” I’d said to Nancy. “Yes. I. Am.” She’d said to me. “No. You’re. Not.” And we kept going ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND…well, you get the idea.
So, eventually, I paid attention to Jasmine. She repeated herself. “I have NO kids in my neighborhood.” “Okay,” I said, letting her go on, “I haven’t had ANY friends my WHOLE life!” Um, what? I’ve been Jasmine’s friend since kindergarten!!! “Um, I’m your friend! Lia’s your friend! We’re all your friends!” I said to her. She blinked. “I mean at HOME!” She said. “You’ve got your sister!” I told her. She blinked again. “My sister always fights with me.” She said. “So do both of mine! Does she tackle and jump on you?” I asked. “Yeah.” “Mine too!” “I have no friends in my neighborhood.” She repeated the third time. “Yeah, but at least you HAVE friends! Some people don’t have friends at ALL! Instead of complaining about what you don’t have, be grateful for what you DO have!” I said. But she kept saying this stuff.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I may have kind of lost my temper…. “Will you STOP WHINING about what you don’t have??! I’m TRYING to talk to Nancy!” I yelled at her. Whoops. She looked kinda hurt and angry at the same time… Oh and, something hilarious happened at GYM! We also played bowling! Anyways, Saige(who is another one of my friends) had a Nerf bowling ball. She tried to roll it, but guess what? It didn’t work out. The ball slammed against the gym floor and bounced up. It soared above our heads and knocked down pins in someone else’s aisle! Saige and I BURST into laughter! I was reminded of the golden snitch from the sport Quidditch from my fave book series HARRY POTTER!! It was a fun and..um…emotional day!

So, that was my first School Diary Blog, and I hope you guys enjoyed it, so..yeahhh. Byeeeeeeee!

Author: Rtistgirl

hi, i'm samara. i started this blog when i was eight because i love art and writing! i spelled it rtist because if you pronounce the R as like, the letter R then it'll be artist. it makes more sense out loud. anyways enjoy!

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