It's summer. I can't get over that. And I can't decide what I feel about it. Like, if I'm happy, or sad. I kind of miss seeing people every day.
I'm going to miss lunch. Well. My friends. I could do without the food being thrown.
I'm going to miss Taylor. My DNA buddy. She's leaving me in our stupid town to go to better, farther places.

But I'm not going to miss anything so much that I'd go back. I hate school.