The English lesson started with a quatre of the class late. And we have to have a student from another class come in. It was my sister, Hannah. We gave each other death stares as she passed me, to sit at the back.
It was quite funny to see her in trouble, after all it was her education that she was wasting, ot mine.
"Now class, get you English literature books out, and we are doing that for half of the lesson, then we are going on to language," said the teacher (his name was Mr Harper).
We all started to learn Romeo and Juliet. Shakespeare is one of the easiest things to study in my class. We are one of highest sets for English, and we all know how to understand Shakespeare.
After doing literature,it's now language. Everyone groaned, as Mr Harper said to get out our language books out.
For the last half of lesson, we had to understand the formula for slow writing,and how to use it effectively. It was painful, not just for me, but for the rest of the class as well.
It is now the end of class, and we get to have a fifteen minute break.
YOU ARE READING
the house
HorrorThe house was haunted, some said. But I didn't believe what they said, nor did I listen. I wanted to see what it was, but not alone. I chose my team to explore the house. I'm wondering what will we find? The place was overgrown and had a lot of rubb...
