Sorry if this thing sounds like a book you've read before or the writing is sucky.
My name is Sadee Lynn Amery. I'm a senior at Whitman's High. It's not really a big school. It only has about two-thousand students. Block schedualing, four classes a day for most students. There's about two-hundred-fifty teachers and twenty different bulidings. Core classes and about twenty-five eletives three teachers for each subject plus more.
So, I was sitting in my college English class, trying to pay attention to Mr. Whyle. He was going over the deeper meanings of why Homer wrote The Iliad and The Odyssey. So why I wasn't payig attention is obvious. Yeah, super boring.
So I was thinking about all the people in my class. Some look happy, but are they? The jerk in the back? The country girl in the front? Or even the quiet boy a few rows over? Some of my " friends" say that I'm always happy. But shows how good of friends they are. If they even paid attention to me they'd now that I've been hurt by guys. What good are boyfriends for they only use me to get other girls.
(edit more when my dad turns wifi back on)