I could've been a blogger in 8th grade

This blog has been a long time coming. I first considered making a blog when I was thirteen years old and in my last year of middle school. After school once a week, my mom would meet me at the grocery store down the street to get our weekly grocery shopping done. For some reason, this was the most TREACHEROUS experience of my life. I usually liked grocery shopping with my mom, but I absolutely hated that so many kids from my school went into this store at the same time just to hang out with their friends. They were goofing off while I was wandering up and down the isles having to see and awkwardly ignore almost all of them. I could have been normal and waved or smiled when I saw someone from my school, but to me, a super shy eighth grader, this was not an option. To make myself feel better, I would go into the notes app on my phone and type to myself as if I was soooo busy and distracted texting all of my friends that I didn't even notice the kids from my school walking by.

Here I will post my first "blog" writings (censoring out the names I wrote).

I like to think that I have grown and changed since this time in my life.

Type here in times of need:

It's Monday march 6th. 

It's a scarce time. We r at Safeway and there r a bunch of annoying people from our school here and it's embarrassing. We must escape without them seeing us. The group includes ******, ****, *******, ******* and a few more that I can't tell their identities. ****** saw me and stared at me for a second and it was terrible. I thought I had escaped them, Bc they had suddenly disappeared, but they were just at the Safeway Starbucks. I was forced to walk right by them twice. I know this will happen again so I must be ready. That is why I have created this. They r being so loud and making really weird noises and my mom is cracking up. At least that's one good thing about going to **** next year. Don't have to deal with them. Well, thanks for making me look busy.

Until next time, ****.

It's march 13th.

Time to start my journal again.

I knew as soon as I got in the parking lot. The loud boys were walking right behind me. There were also a bunch of people near the door. Why. Believe it or not, there are a lot more people this time. The pain. I have already been spotted. I am not being careful enough. I saw ****** and she was too far away to scream to so I texted her. She didn't have her phone in her hand so she didn't see it. Oh well it will just creep her out when she gets home (I took a picture). I am training my mom on how to turn the corners quickly with the cart in order to avoid being spotted as much as possible. She is learning quickly. The only popular boy who has seen me is ***** and I don't really care about him bc he isn't intimidating. Compared to last time when ****** saw me then did a double back that was a breeze. Oh no. It has started. The loud guys from last week are walking around the store. Wish me luck. This is getting very treacherous. I had to talk into my phone 7 times before it spelled it didn't say "fracture rush". OH NO ITS HAPPENED MAY DAY MAY DAY MAY DAY THEY ARE IN THE SAME ISLE AS US AND JUST WALKED RIGHT BY US AHH AHH AHHH AHHH AHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHGHHHGHHHHHGGGG. Ok. It's over now. They saw me. What's done is done. My mom acted wisely and just stayed put instead of walking by them. She has learned well. AWWW SHEEEEEEEET ***** AND ******* ARE HERE TOO. WHYYYYYY. This is absolutely terrible. I suppose it can only go up from here. Or I'm completely wrong. Ok things have cooled down now. OH NO. WAS I EVER WRONG. THEY R BACK. BACK AGAIN. AS LOUD AS EVER. AHHH THEY ARE AT THE DELI AND SO ARE WE. AH AND THIS TIME ITS NOT JUST ******* **** AND **** ITS ALSO *****. THE PAAAAIIIIINN.  This is by far the worst safeway experience I have ever had. So glad I could document it and laugh at my pain when I'm older. OH NO THEY AR HERE AGAIN. I LITERALLY JUST STOPPED WALKING WHEN I SAW THEM COME BACK. STOPPED WALKING AND STARTED TYPING. It makes it look like I'm so busy. I mean, I guess i really am. This is a very important thing for me to type. ******* just stared at me. Gahhhh. ****** AND ***** AND ***** SAVED MEEEE. They were here and I talked to them and yay. YES I CAME BACK AND MY MOM SAID THEY GOT KICKED OUT. VICTORYY.

Until next time, ****.

I'm not sure why I was so mean in these entries, but I think I feared for my life. To be fair, from what I remember, the boys I was talking about were kind of mean.

With that thrilling look back to the past, I can start this blog fresh from where I am now.