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ABOUT HER!

Hey my name is Kayla. I blog because I want my memories kept. I don't blog daily, so don't bother to check every single day. I blog when I want to, so no complaining. Please, if a topic on my webiste seem's to upset you, deal with it silently and alone. Don't involve me. Be warned that this is my blog and be prepared that anything can be written so don't even bother complaining. I know most of my readers are from my school, if you are curious or have something to say about my blog, ask me online. I'd rather not be put on the spot and explain myself. I'd rather no one ask at all, but hey, people can be purpous. I have a few bestfriends, you know who you guys are. Enjoy your stay.



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Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Today I told Mr.Brown about saturday. He mad me go to the social worker and explain what happend, and they made me tell my mom about it. I was crying the entire time. They made me go home early. They said if I can remember the car, then I can press charges, if they can find the car. And they all "comgragulated" me on staying far away from the car. It was weird.


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