The Winter Fest Dance was last night. It sucked. The music was old. My friends didn't dance much, they just stood around and complained about the music, the people and how boring it all was. It was a dress-up dance, so everyone wore a dress and looked so nice, except for me. I wore a long skirt and a long shirt that was a hair magnet. You-know-who was there wearing jeans. I hate him. I can't fricken' see him, because I'm such a freak and I go crazy. He's such a retard, but I can't help it. That's the problem... stare
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