The summer between 7th and 8th grade is when I realized how much I hate summers. It’s hot outside for one. Sweating is the usual, so say goodbye to your straight hair and dry pits. You have to wear less clothes, otherwise you’re looked at like a freak. Unless you look like me in summer clothes, then you’re still looked at like a freak. Two, all of your friends are divided up and you don’t see them for a few months. You spend a lot of alone time, and people get together and you’re not invited and it is quiet but not the good kind. Ya know?
I’ve just always hated summers and this summer isn’t proving anything different.
rharv 