I MIGHT BE A POTATO BUT I HAVE STANDARDS

Your lucky. Jeans are the best.

My friend got WCC and the first thing she PMed me was about that ship. I am not kidding.

All my good friends are boys, and combine that with a bunch of ship-making girls in my grade you get rumors flying everywhere that I have crushes with them. At the moment I am being paired off with four boys and this one I am not a friend with.

The reason I am not shipped with anyone is actually because I hang out with a lot of boys, and no one feels I have a connection with a single person.

damn

I like pickle juice

and pickles

and pickles on cheeseburgers

and pickle chips

and sliced pickles

and i hate yellow pickles

I hate all pickles :3

everyone hates yellow pickles

I like yellow pickles.

No, no you don't. That's forbidden. We say so.

I have studied the warrior code day and night, and no where does it say it is forbidden to like yell- Wait, we don't live in the clans!

Yes, but you see we say it is forbidden not the code.

MWHAHAHA

Once I walked in on someone in the bathroom at school. Unfortunately it wasn't just anyone- it was my English Teacher. We stared at eachother for like ten seconds before I closed the door and considered hiding forever. That same teacher, a year before, I congratulated on being 'pregnant'. She's not pregnant. She's on a diet now. I'm sorry, English Teacher.

One time I was in the store with my mom and I was reading one of the Warriors books on my phone while drinking Starbucks and walking behind her all at the same time. I turned down the next aisle and put my drink down in my mom's cart while still reading the book.

But it wasn't my mom's cart.

It belonged to an older lady, who gave me the strangest, most judgmental look.

I have never run that fast before in my life.

Okay go get comfy this is gonna be a long story

So I had a sleepover at my friends house, but it was like a party there were a million people there.
We watched horror movies and had horror music and horror stories it was like a big ball of horror stuff and I'm a chicken by nature so this part kinda sucked.
Alright so it gets late and we all head to our sleeping bags. Little did I know, everyone had planned to prank me and try to get me pee my pants. It was 12 am when I heard a whisper calling my name. I got up to go to the bathroom thinking I was probably dreaming and noticed the lights flickering weirdly and I was like nuh-uh this ain't right. Anyways, I got back from the bathroom and there was an old mannequin placed weirdly near the door. By this point I was like wth is going on so I tried to wake up my friend. She sat up and her face was covered in blood (Probs facepaint). So I lost my shizzle and ran downstairs screaming and being pursued by a horde of people with scary makeup on and it sucked. I grabbed my phone, locked myself in the downstairs bathroom and peed my pants. My friend explained it all through the crack in the bathroom door, but I'd had enough, which is when my mom got a call at like 1 in the morning to come pick me up.
So I left the party at 1:30 am half-dressed, smelling like pee, and blubbering like a man-child.

Fun times.