Confusion

For all of you that are confused, I am very sorry! Earlier, I wrote a little story called Life of an Eight Year Old. I am not eight years old. I am 12 years old. I like writing stories about how I felt when I was younger so then I can compare how I feel now and how I felt at 8 or 9 about the kids in my class. Today, I feel somewhat the same, but can deal with things a little more. Like when this kid in my class kept saying my name in a calling tone over and over and over and over. I just told him to be quiet, not saying it all sweet like "Please be quiet", but sternly as my mom or dad would say when I am being rude (Be quiet!). I did not yell or say shut up, but I just say Be Quiet sternly . Okay, life as an 8 year old is very different from life as a 12 year old. So, once again, I am sorry for the confusion.