So today I got called down to the office during my math class. I had no clue why but once I got there he secretary told me to go to my principal Mrs.deans office. Again me an innocent little girl in sixth grade having no clue why I'm getting Called down to the- and then I was scared.
The door was open and from the corner of my eye I saw my mom sitting across he table from my principal. At first I thaught it was because of yesterday in history when I farted and it stunk so bad we had to leave the room and spray so much frebreeze it smells like fresh laundry mixed in with some spicy Mexican burritos. But it wasn't because when I came in Mrs.dean told me to take a seat while we talk about your grades with your mother.
