6th grade was honestly the worst experience of my life. There were freaks there, I was teased (not alot), I couldn't get to go to my dream school, it was all a living hell. My godbrother fricking abandoned me cuz he wanted hang out with some glorifed a$$holes that he could potentially get arrested with. (But at the very least, he still hangs out with me.) I told him about this girl I secretly liked and he told her. I was friggin devastated. I was crying in front of everyone. The teachers weren't my favorites either. I hated my ELA teacher cuz the sheer amout of homework she gave us. lol But seriously, on my last day of school we had a party for LEVELING UP on our state tests. IT WAS HORRIBLE. THERE WAS FOOD EVERYWHERE AND I GOT SPRITE BOMBED. But thankfully, school ended. For my first year of middle school, I genuinely thought that "Maybe the school isn't bad, maybe it's just a rumor?" But no. Everything went to crap. But I happi cuz sumer :)
