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I'm gonna write a novel based on my life during 2022-2023. I'm gonna call it something like "One Teen With Ripped Jeans" and if there's a sequel (I've talked to some of my friends about doing one on their 2022-2023 and those would be the sequels) it would be "Two Teens With Ripped Jeans", "Three Teens ..." and so forth. 

Anyway, here's a raw draft of Chapter One. I know it's absolute rubbish, but you've gotta actually write to improve, right? lmho:

PREFACE:

If you'd told me that the day I turned thirteen would mark the start of the year that turned everything upside down, I would have laughed and labeled you "crazy".

I mean, I was going to finally be a teenager! This was the year every kid waited for their whole lives. How bad could it possibly be?

ONE:

Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Well... it could be pretty bad. But I didn't know that now. 

Swinging my legs off the bed, I threw back the covers and bolted for the closet.

Today was the day! It was the third day of show choir summer camp, and I was excited. No, I was more than excited. I was ecstatic. Our show was almost halfway done! Sure, I'd been nonstop dreaming about the long, hot, sweaty choreography sessions that we all just wanted to get away from, and I was beginning to lose my voice. But our show was So. Cool.

Aaaand... today would be the day I found out if I got the duet in our ballad. 

Rifling through my shirts, I finally found the one I'd been looking for. It was a cheesy math joke that my mom thought was funny--well... I'd maybe liked it, too. I was kind of a nerd.

"√169 YEARS OLD", it read. The square root of 169 is 13. So anyone who knew how to math would know that today was my 13th birthday.

Grinning, I changed into the shirt and a pair of black leggings, along with a cardigan that looked like something an elderly lady would wear--it was Senior Day at camp. Yesterday was Crazy Day, and before that was Hawaiian Day. 

Aaaaaaaaand I'm done writing for now. I know that this is flotsam and jetsam, but.... *shrugs*