I haven't been feeling well. It's like there's a bug in my head walking around with high heeled stilettos, and one in my stomach playing ping pong with flaming bowling balls, and one in my mind telling me to do things I just can't do. (Like homework, or riding bikes.)
In spite of that, my brother Zack pulled bristles out of his toothbrush with his teeth and spit them on me. Not a nice thing to do to a brother who can't fight back, at least until I get my toothbrush.
I got a blood test at the doctor to see what might me wrong with my innards, but none of the tests so far show anything. We'll see what the Monday results bring. Could be that I'm allergic to school.
Not your ordinary teenage mind
I'm tall, you're not. Get over it.
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Ha, you should be so lucky as to be allergic to school! :)
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