Siblings are single handedly the greatest blessing and the worst curse ever given to me. I have ten of them (it’s practically an army). I think three of them were planned? Anyway, they are your designated friend growing up in the house no matter how you feel about them. That’s a story for another time. I love them, don't get me wrong, but I need a breather right about now. Something about personal space is a foreign concept to the younger ones. So why is my bff daydreaming during my rant? I need this girl to lock in and listen. I’m not saying she should take notes but... I look at where she's looking through the window, she's hot I'll give her that. Definitely too old though. We’re only highschoolers. Minors at that. Maybe stay away as jail-bate? Katie’s stubborn though. I guess I’ll just have to wait until she loses interest. You know what's funny? I don't think Katie herself is aware that she's gay.

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  I can almost see tangible hearts in her eyes. My friend can be a hopeless romantic and though I love that about her, it can get a little tedious. We’ve got a yin and yang thing going on but as besties of course. She sees the world with rose tinted glasses. And I, with shades. When I’m too cynical, she gives me a hug and I tolerate it. When she’s about to get in a stranger’s car, I tug her away. Not that she's actually done that, she really is a little too trusting. The world isn’t sunshine and rainbows. There could be a school shooting or a reckless/drunk driver. Heck, I heard you could die from a flower pot falling on your head. It’s wild to think about, but I hear it’s happened before.

  We eventually got to school. I do my “civic” duty of walking my friend to class. We take the same class so it’s no trouble. Don’t you just love taking physics so bright and early? That’s sarcasm if you couldn’t tell.