So, I met my mom, I remembered my dog, I even went back to school. Though I didn’t remember my friends or teachers, when I went to the special class, I somehow missed them. The kids in the special class all had some unique reason why they couldn’t be in regular classes, mine, of course, was memory loss. I had no idea what multiplication or division or fractions or any of that stuff was. Another kid, Jerry, couldn’t see out of his left eye. This kid, Brenda, had to fiddle with something. Stephanie had to draw. An, as she called herself, couldn’t focus. There were about 40, maybe 36, of us kids there. Four teachers were assigned for every 20 kids so this room was packed. Mr. Yoyo asked us what we would like to learn today. Jerry said to speak, Brenda said something to hit, Stephanie said to write, and An said a game. Mr. Yoyo taught all the kids who wanted to learn writing, Ms. Kyo taught everyone who wanted to learn how to pronounce new words, and Mr. Nicon taught some kids a drawing lesson. The teacher I went with, Mr. Blueton, was the one teaching how to play sports. We learned how to safely play volleyball. My favorite position was the middle back, when the ball goes its farthest, I’m there to send it back.
At recess, I saw Bailey. She was walking out of her classroom. She was the only one that came out of her classroom which I thought was strange, since, this was recess. Bailey eventually went back into her classroom, and, for the rest of recess, it was just us kids in the special class out there.
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The Kid Who Fell
Cerita PendekOne day Ali was just hanging out with her friend. Then ... I wrote this some time ago it's my first short story, it's pretty short, hope you enjoy. One of my earlier stories, I know it has some grammar mistakes. (I wrote this in 7th Grade.)
