Book.

I've given up on writing that other book about me. I've started a new one, K? Its gonna be a lot better. Below is a paragraph preview.

I plop down on my new bean-bag. Its not what you would call squishy, but it sure is awesome. God, my room needs cleaned! I think as I get up to make my bed. Then I get back to writing. I hear dad open the front door and run downstairs. I give him a hug. He asks me how I'm feeling and I let out a few tears. I hate strept throat! I follow him upstairs and let him use my phone to call a mechanic. He's just bought a new car! Of course. I go back inot my room and let out a long, painful moan. Where's mom? Rebecca? Anyone who can provide motherly love? Its something I need right now. I send an email to Amanda and go on myspace. Borrrrrrrrrrring. Nothings fun. Nothing cool. I have a question; Is this the real me? Really?