The end.

Last day of summer.
A fitting 30 million degrees too.
Construction = not done

I think I decided to play basketball again.
It could be worthwhile.

School will be heck.
The only fun classes I have are a capella and seminary.
At least I'll be prepared for college, right?

I just remembered.
I Don't Have a Back Pack.

I'm scared to go to school because I'm scared to see that boy.
And I'm scared for AP Physics.
And I'm scared that I've lost all my social skills whatsoever over the summer.
I'm scared of any grade lower than an A.
And I'm scared of not fitting in.

Sound like regular teenage problems, right?
They don't seem regular if they are your own.