I'm currently very salty at my English/language arts class at the moment

Normally, I absolutely love English class because it's my best subject and since I lost my interest in reading a long time ago (Mostly because I'm much more interested in writing, but also because I'm very picky about what I read), I was hoping this year's class would help me slowly get back into reading since it's been a very long time since I've actually sat down and read a book (Don't even ask me when the last time I purchased a book was because I literally have no idea)

Did that happen?

No.

Now, I know what you're thinking. "Bree, you just started school like three weeks ago (I started school on August 23rd). How can you already be saying that this class didn't spark your interest in reading again?"

Because this English class is having us read a book I ALREADY FUCKING READ and a book that I have bad memories with because a toxic former friend that I had to cut out of my life just last year introduced it to me when we partnered up for a project where we got to pick a book we wanted to read in eighth grade (Which was literally four years ago for me hOLY sHIT wHERE dID tHE tIME gO?!) and since I literally had zero idea what I wanted to read, I just allowed my at the time friend to pick the book and went with it.

The book is The Maze Runner, by the way

I can't even focus on the story as we're having reading assignments for it and occasionally reading it in class because literally all I can think about is my former friend and the project that we did (Which we had a lot of fun doing) and I know that it's been a year since everything happened and I should just get it over it, but it's really hard. It really is.

We were friends from fourth grade when they were a new kid to my class all the way up to our junior year of high school (11th grade) and during that time, we helped each other through a lot. They were there for me in eighth grade when my at the time boyfriend left me at the winter dance to go home and play Xbox (That's a whole other story lol) and I was there for them when they were going through depression, suicidal thoughts, and even a couple suicide attempts (Which were scary as hell)

We went through a lot of shit and saw each other grow up and change

Except, little did I know, their change wasn't a good change and it took going to a brand new school together and meeting the people that would later become my squad and some of the best people I have ever met IRL (Seriously, these guys are amazing) for me to actually find out this fact

Also, to put into perspective how much having to end this friendship hurt, I can't get into the musical Hamilton because they loved it so much and it's also kinda hard for me to listen to Fall Out Boy songs because that was their favorite band and during our freshman year (9th grade), we used to sit in class and listen to their songs on my former friend's MP3 player, but I've gotten better about listening to their songs (I'm actually listening to Save Rock And Roll as I type this and this was my former friend's favorite Fall Out Boy song and we used to sing it all the time)

By the way, funny enough, you have them to thank for me joining Wattpad in the first place because if it wasn't for me seeing them on this website and reading their stories, I more than likely wouldn't be here typing this out right now and sharing what I've written. I more than likely would've stayed that kid who wrote stories, but refused to let anyone read them because they were too fearful of people hating their work (Even though literally the opposite happened like thank you so much I don't deserve it but thank you)

Hm, I wonder how many people on here can say that their inspiration for joining this website isn't even their friend or inspiration anymore?

But anyway, I'll shut up about toxic friend shit because y'all don't care and I'm sorry that I talked about it. That was the first time since everything happened that I've even kinda voiced my feelings about the situation and honestly, it felt really good to let a little bit of these feelings out because I've been bottling them up for so long like I always do when it comes to negative emotion so //shrugs

Basically, the point of this part is that I'm currently stuck reading a book I've already read and a book I have bad memories with in English class and I hate it

Bye now thanks for reading all of this if you did (Which you probably didn't because who honestly gives a shit lolololol)