The whole hour and a half I just tapped my thumbs on my desk waiting for class to be over, until Mrs. Calorette said, "alright kids please turn in your book reports." I stared at her wide eyed and so did two thirds of the class. That's what she gets for assigning homework on the weekend. "If you didn't turn it in the only way to get full credit is to sign up for the talent show, and if you win you get extra credit. So if you feel like failing my class I suggest you sign up." The bell rang once again. "She you again tomorrow!" She said politely. This is just amazing! Now I have to do the talent show or I'll fail English. Hesitantly I pick up the pen and sign my name.
58. Harmony Lyndon
This is going to be harder than I thought. But looking on the bright side Carrie Johnson isn't here to make fun of me today... After the name column there's another for your act. How am I supposed to know what to sing? Usually this stuff takes me days to decide. I shrug and think of what my mother would want me to sing. Probably her favorite song Rolling in the deep by Adele. I slowly write out the song holding back the tears. I remember a couple of months ago on our way to school listening to it on the car radio. I just wish I cherished the moments I had with her even more.
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General FictionHarmony is a socially awkward, short, 4 eyed 13 year- old who has no friends. If things weren't bad enough she loses her mother to cancer. She is made fun of at school because she cries when she thinks about this event. Her father tries to boost he...
