I hate 8th grade

Ugh, my school sucks. Thursday I had got slammed into by my locker by this huge guy named shawn. He was so huge and im like 4 10 and so skinny. Some one had slammed him into me by accident when I was opening my locker. I got a cut on my head and my back still hurts a little. Everyone was about to beat him up, especially my cousin who was right next to me when it happened (our lockers are close to each others). But I'm fine I guess. I'm lucky I can still use my right hand cuz it was hurting like hell.
I was drawing up a storm over the weekend so let's hope I get a chance to find a way to post them. I actually like them. I also been busy writing a story I started in September. I hadn't wrote about it ever since October so I decided to get ahead and stop avoiding it. So far it's going pretty good.
I'm also feeling a little down for alot of reasons. One I really really miss my home, Jamaica. I miss Andrew, And ugh, my stomach hurts. T_T
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Oh and I would like to thank all my new watchers and the favs I have recieved. It's nice to know that people adore my art, or atleast like it lol.
I love u guys. <3