Mrs.Carters started i-core with her anual speech,"No gabbering while i'm gabbering and we won't have a problem." She handed out some papers about writing but I was too distracted by her room. Its walls are covered with shag carpets, she does'nt have any lights, she has lamps. EVERYWHERE. She has a lot of weird inspirational posters everywhere even though it a writing class. The room smells of strong perfume and ravioli.
I don't know any of the kids exept for Madison and Jase. Jase is on my hockey team, he has dark brown hair, brown eyes, and brown glasses. We don't really talk and when we do it's just about the game plan for our next tournament. Madison on the other hand went to my middle and elementary school. The think is with my district is that it is huge. We have 8 elementary schools, 3 middle schools and 1 BIG high school.
I looked at the paper and it was blank ," I need you to write down one secret on this peice of paper. Once we are done you will put it into this basket." she held a green backet. I was scared to write down my secret because it's obviously going to be about hockey and I want NOBODY TO KNOW that I play it. After 1.5 minutes of thinking I was brave enough to put hockey in. When everyone put their secrets in the basket, Mrs.Carters told us to follow her outside. Mrs. Carters rainbow shawl smell like a can of ravioli wrapped up in a rose.
Everyone followed her and her smell outside to about 20 small holes in the ground. She gave us all of our secrets back and said," I want you to bury your secrets into the ground, therefore letting go one peice of you." I saw Madison roll her eyes then said in a bratty tone, " How is this going to help with writing?" Mrs.Carters replied with letting Madison go first, " Its going to help you when you write your stories Madison. I sure hope I won't have to talk to you again." The whole class went,"ohhh" as Madison rolled her eyes again. I buried my secret into the ground letting all of the soil on it.
