I'm back and I'm ready to slay (an about page: the sequel)

     Hello my fellow crutchler children, it is I, your saving grace, Christabella herself. I'm here to slay you all. That's right, I surprisingly lived to tell you the tale of eighth grade, though, if anything, I feel like even more of a seventh grader. Alas, I'm here to bestow my knowledge upon you all. So, enjoy my very long speech about how I've evolved faster than all of the eight hundred and two pokemons. First of all, my maturity level went from Nickelback to hating my fingernails due to a history assignment in just three seconds! And, if you think that was impressive, just hear the following: being the savior I am, when Lauren replayed "End Game" by Taylor Swift for the millionth time while Eloisa farts and Natalie talks about her "culture", I was responsible for the filming of this. If you don't believe me, just ask them. Anyways, I'm back, and I seriously did not change at all. I haven't even grown an inch since September 14th, 2017, and I know that because I obsessively measure myself everyday just to see if I finally grew taller.
     Give me a moment, Daniel. Sorry, Daniel has just asked for my wisdom and guidance, but as you can see I am very busy. Ok, it's good, but my criticism is that you literally only talk about Jurassic Park. We all have faults. Some people like anime. I personally do not, but I'll only tell you that during the day. You know what is exciting though, because right now I just feel like talking about myself yet again. Daniel, I saw that jab at me and it is not acceptable. But anyways, now that I have the freedom of enjoying myself- don't stare at me, Daniel, really- I will spill some cold water. It cleans up easily. My dream of becoming a true artist- or getting into Advanced Art with our actual lord and savior, Mrs. Blair- has turned into reality. Finally, after about two seconds of crying as I hold my bare schedule in my hands, glancing away from it, I read those words, and they said "Advanced Art." I gasped, looking at my mother. She looked at me with disappointment in her eyes because I cried over my schedule. "Mother, I slayed," I whispered.
     Thank you, fellow crutchler children, for listening to my journey. Goodbye.

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(also I love cats just thought you should know since it's kind of important)