I'm a Diced Tomato

AHHHHHHH!




I'm turning 15 this May. That means driving school. THAT MEANS WORK PERMIT.



I am such an odd teenager. I don't want to have all of those responsibilities!

Plus next year along with that, I'm going to die with two honors classes, being part of the now nearly dead knowledge bowl team, and one of the head people of the club I'm in. I didn't even want to be in the head commitee or whatever at any time in my life! The adult people picked me. Stupid senoirs just have to graduate. I feel like screaming!