I walk into my homeroom, first as always, and share the same conversation I always do with my teacher (he's the same one who teaches me science and is mentioned in the "What?" chapter)
"Hey, Mr. Battalio," I say, walking in.
After a few moments I out my stuff down at my seat and he says, "Good morning, Violet." (ha! thought I would use my real name, didn't you?"
The Eye of the Tiger starts playing (right now I'm still in homeroom and Shake it Off is playing on his radio and people are singing along xD)
Then, when I'm internally dancing he asks, "Did you enjoy the field trip, yesterday?"
You mean the hot tour guide? I say in my mind. "Yep," I answer.
YOU ARE READING
My Memory Log
Non-FictionIn which my memories will not be forgotten. All these are actual stories I remember. All of these are true and happened.
