The Life of a Female Football Player

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My life as an eighth grade football player is officially over. We turned in our stuff today. We had to turn in all of it, even our game jerseys. I was hoping we'd get to keep those. Oh well, I'll just have to remember that I was number 64. We started a chapter on the American Revolution. You know I always thought that given a name like the Boston Massacre it would be bloody with a lot of fatalities. It only killed five people. Some massacre. Of course, by the time word had reached to Georgia, supposedly, half of Boston had been killed. Some people. I've been spending a lot more time on here lately, only because my brother took the Nintendo hookups over to Buster's apartment and now I can't do what I spend 99.9% of my time doing. I've also been able to catch up on my reading. I finished the required reading for English and we're supposed to have part one due on Wednesday, so I started a different book by my favorite author, Patricia Cornwell.