I’m seeing my T tomorrow. He’s taking me to DoB (Death of Braces). I’m staying home all day tomorrow. I’m not even going to bother with school, and my dad actually for once doesn’t even care.
I have to memorize a sililoquoy from Hamlet…agh. It’s due next week. I also have to create a painting of a scene from Hamlet too….agh.
But braces die tomorrow, so nothing matters. And T is taking me so that makes things a whole lot better.
No school Friday or Monday. Weee.
Leave a message or accept the same fate of my braces.
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