I’m turning 11. I’m a babysitter. I’m a flutist. I’m a 6th grader.

This summer so much is happening to me. I’m turning 11. I’m a babysitter. I’m a flutist. I’m a 6th grader. I’m going into a middle school. I’m growing up. There seems to be no end to the changes that are happening to me.

I’d like to point out that one of those changes was that on this day I decided to adopt the practice of dotting my i’s with hearts. AWESOME.

I just had the perfect day. I got a Gunimehardt flute from the House of Woodwinds. It is so (I mean so) much easier to play. I just returned from my third baby-sitting job for the Friedmans. It was a piece of cake. Like all the others. I haven’t given much thought to Steve. I guess he was just a fantasy. Now I’m open to guys. Ana taught me how to put my bangs up. I guess I look better.

You know, the early 90’s style where you make your bangs resemble a tidal wave? That’s what I’m talking about here…

I’m not so flat-chested anymore. Maybe I’m imagining it but I don’t think so. Maybe I’ll wear a bra by September. On the eighth school starts. The day before yesterday my sweater from Hanna’s came. It is pretty.

I bet it looked something like this.

Holla

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