A year later in my first grade class we got split up. She went to a different school and i went to the same school as the year before. I was really disappointed that we were split up. we wished we were together. We were hoping that we would be together for the rest of our elementary years. We were split up this year. This was the year I saw a boy (his name will not be said but we will call him Peter for now) So anyways Peter was the class clown. He would make me smile even when I was mad at the world and I couldn't be calmed down to do something that I was told to do. There was another boy that I really did not like he was so mean to me. His name we will call him will be Lively (I know that is a really different name.) He was so not funny he was the reason why I would get mad.
Peter was the funny guy and he was very musical. He could play many different insterments he was a very different person like me.
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The Day I Found Out What Happiness Was /working on it
Non-FictionThis is one of the times that I thought I was happy, and found out that I never really knew what happy was until I found a really great friend.
