In SIX WORDS or fewer, write a story about life in the seventh grade.

It gets better; it can't get worse.

She hates me. Maybe. Does she?

Started badly. Went downhill from there.

LoL Sorry, for the depressing perspective, but that was definitely my experience of grade 7. It got better eventually, but took its time doing it.

Already read it? How dare you!

Dye hair purple. Scowl. Practice ennui.

This day, I've never felt smaller.

Two nasty notes. Everyone signed them.

Run. Hide. Survive. Rinse. Repeat daily.

(Zombie Apocalypse, seventh grade... not much difference to me.)

Laughed before he did for once.

She makes my tummy feel funny.

Well, this is really awkward.

He left and I couldn't cry.

Dad left and I couldn't cry.