Well, this is how seventh grade ends. I was so anxious for this moment, and I've been waiting a long time for it to finally come. But now that it's here, all I can do is watch my eyes fill with tears as I'm hugging my friends and teachers. I've gotta spend the entire summer with my mean-beyond-belief mother, who has it in her head that I will be more than happy to spend every goddamn day having quality time with her. She is thirteen years too late for that- I would much rather book myself solid by swimming, hanging out with my friends, and doing activities. She grounded me for the entire summer because I did something wrong (God forbid), and now I almost wish I could stay at school with my friends and teachers. My parody "Summer's Come Around!" was how I thought I'd feel at the end of the school year, but this is how I do. If you look at it, you'll see the difference in what I thought my emotions would be and what they are.

I almost cried when I was writing the introduction. The me wrote those when-is-vacation parodies seems like a different person now. I hope you liked it! Vote and leave a comment. This isn't very funny though, I'll admit that. Oops, gotta go. My mom is kicking me off the computer because I've been on it for half an hour.