On one fateful morning, the sun was
shining, birds were singing. On days like these, people like you, should be rotting in hell!" Is what I should be saying if I cared! But sense I don't, I'm not. My name is Aby, just another kid, just another life. I have like 6 friends? Maybe less, maybe more. Don't know, don't care. But hey, I am in the 7th grade. Got a new school, how about a new life, and new friends?
4 months into the SY
All my 6 friends hate me. And I hate them. All their morals are fucked, and they only care about their own petty lives. Now is the time to find the new friends I was talking about at the beginning of the school year. Wait.... I can't. Why, you ask? Because at this time of the year. "ALL THE GROUPS ARE MADE, AND THEY DON'T NEED A NEW FRIEND TO MAKE!!" Is what I thought, and boy, oh boy. Was I wrong. Oh, so wrong. I have food and nutrition today, and there is one friend that needs to be made. I just need the woman balls to talk to her.
