Freedom Writer Friday; And a question.

This just about one of the greatest ideas my school has come up with so far. There are no rules to abide by in our journals. We don't get graded for it, neither does it matter if we have impropper grammar. It's just a way to explain ourselves.

Now, most people in my grade who have yet to find their opinions and how write about it will write about their day. I, on the other hand, decide to turn this year project in to a way for my teacher to find out how I see society, our corrupt government, and exactly why things happen.

Day one, I wrote about how I see this journal.

Day two, I have decided to write about the government.

Day three, I will write an autobiography.

There's no rule to follow. We can curse. We're allowed to draw if we can't think of anything else to do. We can tell the teacher not to or to read it. It's our sanctuary.
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Now, about my very, very personal life. One word; boys. There's nothing else to say when it comes to them. They're too complicated, fail at flirting unless its obvious, and just hope for someone like them to fall out of the sky. Luckily for two guys, I did. The landing was rough.

Boy one; James.
-Insulted my awesome group singing with Mark, Dillan, Allyssa, Bridget, Jackie, and Mikey. I then ignored him for an hour with my hand in his face. (Mwahahah!)
-Pokes me, which I am very ticklish so I almost fall to the ground.
-Said "Oh, yes! Your on this bus!" when I went on the second bus instead of the first.
-Plucks my bass whenever I'm playing and stands ever so closely.
-Is two or three years older than me.
-Is not ticklish.

Boy two; Dillan.
-Extremely funny and always make me laugh.
-Stared at me with my face two inches away from his. We both ended up laughing.
-Tickled me to no end on the bus ride, rubbed my scalp when I had a headache, and tickled the back of my neck almost making me shriek in laughter.
-Stares at me in the eye when I'm talking to him and bends his head down to my height. (How many times has that ever happened to me? A guy actually taking the time to look at me when I talking? Never!)
-Is a drummer in a band. (Holy hell, that's hot.)
-My mom knows his mom! lol
-Is... three or fours years older than I am. I'm not sure. I never asked.
-Is ticklish.
-Was told by Beatrice that him and I would make a cute couple.

So, my question is about age.
Does age really matter that much?