I'm going on a paintball battle with a few friends this weekend, our team will probably lose. If only i could just whip out my wings and fly over the "enemy" shooting them... they would probably to shocked to duck for cover. That would be fun. but since i would probably either end up in a zoo, or some government secret lab, i probably wont do that... just yet.
School... i hate it. its the same old stuff everyday, get up, go to school, do school, fly home, do homework, fly for a bit, go to bed, repeat. at least on the weekends i can fly. but anyway i have this little hill kinda thing with a old run-down shack that has power still that i like to hang out in or use my laptop, its about 5 miles away from our house, so its nice and lonely. Back to school, i hate it(or did i already say that?) every time I'm in the lunchroom, squeezing out the door with everyone else, i always think someone is going to feel my back and be like, "whats with your back? it feel weird..." that would be bad. well, off to study for a test, then fly some.





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