Post 'O's

So! The day that we have all been waiting for has finally arrived : THE END OF THE 'O' LEVELS!!!!!!!!!!!! It feels great! It feels fantastic! It feels... Pretty normal actually. :(

Today was my last day (Bio MCQ), and when I asked around, it seemed as though everybody had already made plans to celebrate. "I'm meeting my friends to check this new cafe out." "I'm going to so-and-so's house to fangirl over SuJu." "I'm meeting my friend later so we can go running together." And me? "I'm going HOME, because I'm still under house arrest."

Yes, I am under house arrest {so sad!} but it's because my mom's gone overseas and has expressly forbidden me to go out in her absence. Which makes it a lot more tempting to just sneak out...

And while everyone was going off in groups to whoever knows where to celebrate, I got on the bus and headed home to emo. What made my currently wonderful day even better was when a group of girls my age got onto the same bus and stood right next to me, chattering away. All of them were dressed how normal teenage girls dress, which means that they looked GORGEOUS. And there I was, in my universally-ugly school uniform, trying my best to fade into the background. School uniforms may look okay, but they have a bad habit of making the wearer look hideous because they are so unflattering. As far as I know, very few people can wear a school uniform and look okay. {'Edward' is one of them!}

So what will I do now? Hm, I guess I can try to come up with stories and poems.............. It feels like I've forgotten how to write. I tried to write a poem a few days ago, and I just came up empty. I felt like I'd lost everything......... :(

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