It's weard how farst time flyes the older you get. It feels like it was only yesterday when I was makeing little distorted people out of playdow and finger painting badly inacurat pichors that my peronts would always insist were "amazing!!"
When in reality yesterday i was sitting a GCSE English Exam; witch Im almost posative Iv failed.
And now I have the extrordenary pleadshour of sitting in the music department of my school, liserning to the exsquisit voices of two of my closest friends singing and playing an acustick guter to "Brack even" followed by my good friends very own music compersitchion. I can not begin to put in to words how I am feeling.
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