The BloomBoom

Heyy! It's your BloomBoss here, and I'm here to state the basic rules for this blog. Since I'm writing about a true event, I want the people included to know a few rules. Especially since they know I'm the owner of this blog.  This blog is based on my personal experiences and reflections. Names and details have been changed to protect privacy. If you see yourself in these stories, know that it’s not about blame—it’s about growth. 🌸 Rules of the BloomBoom Blog 🌸 aka How to Not Get Yeeted from the Vibe 1. Respect the Anonymity   🕵️‍♀️ If you think you know who someone is—keep it to yourself.   This blog is about feelings, not figuring people out. Don’t go playing detective. 2. Don’t Assume, Just Read   👀 Not everything is a confession. Not every post is about who you think it is.   Take the story as it is—don’t twist it into gossip. 3. No Screenshots, No Sharing Without Consent   🚫 If you love a post, tell me. Don’t repost it in ...

During the end of 7th grade, it was all chill. We were all just realizing that the year went so quickly and it was soo dramatic . We were all prepping for finals, and everyone was stressed in their own way. Our 7th grade class teacher, as described by my fellow classmates, is a sadist. (They may have gone too far 😅)  At the end of the year, all of us wanted to sit with our own friends, instead of the people we were assigned with. Of course me with Agent 009 . Most of the class was complaining, but I never really took part in this. Our teacher never permitted us no matter how much we pleaded.  Eventually, as time passed, finals examinations arrived. Whenever we had exams, there was always a 10-min break before. Barely anyone would actually eat their snacks. Break would be full of stress, panic and revision . Even during this time, Mr. L said that we were to sit where our assigned seats were. Even if it were only for 10 minutes. Now 8th grade starts. It's the first day of brid...

The BloomBoom: Episode 1 – The Seat Shift Saga The teacher was changing seating positions that morning.  The morning he sat next to me.  The guy I used to sit with was annoying, but this one? I’d never really talked to him.  He wasn’t your typical energetic, athletic guy—he was a nerd .  When he sat next to me, I didn’t mind. He seemed like the chill, “ I-can-mind-my-own-business ” type.  Neither of us knew what would happen next.  But when the journey continued… I didn’t complain.  This guy was gonna change my life. Aight, let’s rewind a bit. Welcome! I’m SC, your BloomBoss !  A blogger blogging on the BloomBoom blog —where girly glow-ups meet spicy drama . ✨🔥  If you choose to read forward, brace yourself for a twisted journey.  I’ll go ahead and tell y’all the beginning.   (Oh, and BTW? The guy I’m talking about is also gonna read this. So… hi, Agent 009 👀) Anyway, this guy comes and sits next to me. I love where I sit—it...