In September 2012 from ages 6-7, i was in standard 1. My teacher who taught me was ms. Carmen Bernardez. she was nice and strict too and was one of my mother friend before me and my little brother came along. And that was also the year my sister went to another school way on the other side of town. i was very sad but then my little brother James, was in Infant 2, always came by my class and that made me feel better.
one day i was in class, my baby ring fell off my finger and it rolled in the other standard 1 class. i jumped out of my chair to pick it up and someone came and picked it up. I immediately told the teacher and both my mom and a police officer were called. no one was allowed to leave until everyone's bag was searched, at the end, they couldn't find my ring and i was also scolded by my mother for being careless as usual. up to this day, i still don't know who the thief was. again, i was being bullied by the same people and i kept on wondering why the kept on doing this to me.
one afternoon when me and my brother was coming home for lunch on our bikes, i was practicing no hands on my bike and another kid was coming incoming speed and i lost control of my bike and me and the kid crashed into one another. i landed on my face, scraping it as i slide on the street. turned out, both my elbows, my knee and my face got damaged. the sun was hot and the sweat burned my injuries causing me to scream and cry in pain. and just like how i went home, just like that i went back to school. and i also cursed and got stringed up by the teacher because of the other students who would snitch on me and also because of my bad mouth and temper.
overall, it was HORRIBLE!!!
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An autobiography of my life
Non-FictionMy book is about all the things that I experienced while I was in pre-school, primary school, highschool and the memories I have of them.
