I don't remember a lot from those grades but I remember being friends with people I know hate. I also remembering 2nd grade my teacher being one of my best friends. She brought if dinner when my mom was in the hospital, and she gave me a huge magic kit on the last day of school. I also remember being teachers pet in third grade. Of course just like my my second grade teacher, she knew my mom. And she was the same teacher I had for kindergarten. Third grade was also the first year I had uniforms at my school. That was the main reason I started absolutely hating school.
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Living the life of a boss: my story.
Non-FictionThis is a story of my life over the past 11 years. This is all true stuff no matter how unbelievable. And yes I'm 11.
