You get to school. You know no-one so you just walk in. You already have your schedule so you walk to the classroom. You see the fourth graders pass all in groups of friends. Walking into your class you look for your name on a desk. You sit down and start drawing some floral designs. Your teacher gets in the front of the class. She starts talking about how the year will be and all that jazz. You look around and see (y/b/f/n) sitting diagonally from you. "I'm giving you a piece of paper. Put your backpacks in that numbers cubby." You smile and walk over to the cubby. Your number is 17 and you realize that 18 is shared. Someone pushes you out of the way and you just mutter a sorry. "You messed this all up." It was one of the girls from the bus. "Me and Sara where supposed to share cubbys." (imagine. This is in 3rd grade. Yeah. Just think about that.)
You go back to your seat and think this isn't the worst but not the best day.
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Hey peeps.
So this is written like if it was me and I'm like a Phil. Not a Dan. Ah. 3rd grade memories came flooding in writing this. But anyways just remember this is from a always cheerful girl from America. But yeah. Anyways. Have a nice day.
Stay Sweet
