Dates. I grasp the concept of it, but I have no idea what I should do. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM DOING!
Help?

Seriously, this is so inaccurate. Take a look.

Aw man.

Ok, so guess who's sick.
Me.
Guess who's chances of getting her tonsils removed tripled.
Me.
Guess who missed going to Wendy's because she was sick and gave into the foul clutches of sleep.
Me.
Also, after I woke up and was feeling better, they made me go to the park. Where I sneezed at least once a minute, and was scratchy, all because of Spring. Well, I was already pissed so I had nothing to lose when I fell to my knees, shok my fists to the heavens, and screamed,

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Well, I admit I like Branden. Umm, yay? Well, he doesn't know I like him. I will tell him on Friday, when we go to McDonalds. I'm not sure if I'm more worried about him liking me back, or if he says no. If he says no, I'll live..
Probably heartbroken, but living.
If he agrees, then we might become a couple. And if we're a couple, we might start kissing.
ITS TOO GIRLY!!!
Also, we'd never hear the end of it, considering we make it through the summer.

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Hey, this is a story written by a friend of mine. I think some of you would like it. It's kinda like a monologuey one-shot. It tells not much backstory, and thats a part that makes it awesome. So, give it a read, like it, hand over a star, and hit that follow button, because here it is!

Do Not Move; By Shatterwing Shadowslayer

Yes, tonsils. Those things in your throat that most don't know have a purpose. That purpose is to prevent infection and other shit like that.
Well, guess who may have to get them taken out? If you guessed me, then yes. It's not definite, but due to issues lately, my moms gonna check with a doctor to see if it's necessary. With my luck, it probably will be.
Well, lets hope I don't need them removed, because I'm quite attached to them. See what I did there?

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Well, school gets out in 4 days, my birthday in 8 days, and...
I'm goin to McDonalds on Friday with Branden. AS FRIENDS! Yay! Friendship that will hopefully end in something different that isn't enemies!

63 is a cursed number, or it's just a horrible virus. I RULE 63'd MY OC'S!
May Celestia help you all... And not all of them, just a few.

Name: Arsonya
Age: 14
Race: Pegasus
Gender: FeMale
Mane/Tail: Spiky, red, yellow streaks.
Coat: Light orange
Eyes: fiery orange
Accessories: none
Cutie Mark: a black book with a ghost on it.

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Hey proxies, hows your day? Or 5 AM morning to the Australians. I'm good, but there is one thing...
MY FRIEND WASN'T THERE! WHY WAS HE GONE!? IS HE DEAD!? DID HE MOVE!? DID HE-
Slendy, take a chill pill, I'm sure that theres a logical expla-
BUT HE WASN'T THERE AT ALL!
Hmm, which friend is this again?
Branden, but why do you ask, subconscious?
Well, did you consider that you may, 'Like' him?
Well, yeah, he's my friend.

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I let my sister take over the cupcakes.
She decided to 'Prank' me by adding paprika, lemon juice, soap, and other things I didn't wish to question. She said it was all in good fun, and I somewhat forgave her.
But now I feel like utter shit.