I hate school. I really hate it.Not because of the homework, ou the tests, ou the Gym classes. Its because he's there, like a ghost in the graveyard, he is the phantom of my dreams.
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I l’amour him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good Friends and i really did not want to ruin things par breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have a dit no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I l’amour him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good Friends and i really did not want to ruin things par breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have a dit no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!
