My Name is Joey (Pt.1)

My name is Joel Louis Wilson, but my freinds call me Joey L. Wilson. I'm 11 years old, quite thin, find girls weird, and  play video games a lot. I have a dad and a mom (duh), a brother, and the usual stuff (uncle, aunt, grandma, gramps, etc.). I love my family, I really do, but sometimes I just want to hear myself think, you know?

So it's three weeks into school, and I'm already sick of it. I think school should be against the law. Too unhealthy, in the mental sense, if ya know what I mean. I mean, it's like all they give us is homework! It's like those torture camps they used to put people in like a hundred years ago. All we do is what my dad calls "hard labour".


So I had a really lousy day today. I wrote bad stuff, bout' this kid in my school, in my diary, and he found out so he told the teacher, and the teacher told my mom, and my mom grounded me and took away my diary. Talk about a chain reaction. So then my mom said that "I have to find alternate sources of expressing myself" and not just bad mouth others. So I found an alternative source. Here.


I mean, it's only been 3 weeks and I already can't stand the stinking guy! You'd think a guy would at least TRY not to make enemies, but this guy seems to be actively trying to get everyone in the class to hate him! It ain't sensible, ya know, to go 'round TRYING to get on everyones nerves. He's just asking for a good walloping... I think you can bear without knowing his name, coz if I put his name here, I'll be deader than the dodo our teacher was telling 'bout.


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