still an extremely poopy life!

Now where was I? oh 6th grade...

Well I started seeing Z, and I fell  in love. I loved the way he was picky about the language he chose to speak. He spoke mainly spanish to me, sometimes french, but when he was angry he spoke english or german. I loved how he danced, and his smile. I loved that he only smiled when we were alone. I loved how he smelled and the way is hair seemed to barely touch his shoulders. I love his eyes most of all, they were the darkest eyes ever! Z took me to even more parties, but with older people. Most of the people there were at least thirty. I only spoke in short sentences, and i learned quickly what they wanted me to say. Everyone thought I was the wierdest child, but they always liked talking to me. Then a guy named Jason took me for a motorcycle ride. We crashed and I was taken to the hospital with back injuries. Shortly after the sent me home, and Z made a girl named Anya take care of me when he wasn't around.