Dear Electra,
There's exactly one month left until my birthday! Aah, the big 13. I have talked about this topic so many a time, and felt like I'm over-exaggerating about it. But thinking about it, I am very excited to meet the teenage world. Feeling pretty proud of myself for reaching this checkpoint.
Eleanor got locked inside the toilet and it was the most distressing situation I have experienced this year so far. As I heard her scream, I was on the verge of shedding a tear. Eventually, while I was calling dad from the garage, Eleanor unlocked herself and everyone went back to whatever they were doing before.
This morning as the 'teacher'* read the notices to the class, she mentioned two words: 'Scrabble' and 'club'. The whole class giggled at the idea and, nerd alert, I screamed, "there's a Scrabble club?" and gasped. My classmates who sat nearby looked at me with a face that translated into, "what's Scrabble and why are you so excited for it?" they should know by now that I grow with excitement whenever something I'm interested in pops up into a conversation; it's the third school term for goodness sake! I forgot to mention that I'm one of the two people who actually like school in my class, so that means I am OBSESSED with anything academic.
* = In apostrophes because my real form teacher let my classmate be form teacher for today. It's a very complicated sequence, Electra.
- M ★
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