Life

Life....life is a word described for.... let me see...um I..don't...really...know but what I do know is that I'm Yoo Miava Valentine and I am 15 years old. I've been told that reality is cold and is what you so call HORRIBLE. MILO, MILO WAKE UP my mom says. Mhm I say as I roll over. As my mom Yanks me off the bed I start to call the police....Nah just kidding I started to cry.

OMG NO WAY MILO HOW COULD YOU says Breanna. I HATE YOU! I think to myself as she starts to beat me up. I- I'm....S-sorry... Br-Breanna I say as Im scrunched up on the school floor as I remembered I was home maybe I was wrong. Then this big tall dude walked up to Breanna then looked at me with a scary face. YOU NEED TO STOP BULLING HER SHE'S WEAK he said to Breanna. Wow...that...was...so rude he could have just kept the last part to himself at least I thought to myself.