I need to do algebra soon, but I have a very short story. Blogging has now entered my procrastination routine.

(You know what I don't like? Math. I'm really a language arts sort of person. In my opinion, words rule over numbers, because they have infinitely more meaning.)

So, I'm standing outside with a few friends after school, chatting. Then I see this tiny white piece of paper on the pavement, a few feet away. I'm drawn to the object somehow, and walk over to examine it further. When I'm about half way there, I hear a boy's voice to my right, saying, "Whoa!"

I am then hit by a bike.

Thankfully, both parties were fine, although I was a bit annoyed that my guy friends laughed at me before they knew I wasn't hurt. Ah, well, I suppose it's understandable. To be honest, I think the incident was long overdue. Can't wait tell everyone at school tomorrow.