Dad: "Alright kiddo, your classroom should be right around the corner."
*Enters into the class room
"See ya bud,"My dad said as he left the classroom
There I am, standing in the middle of the classroom. I don't know what life is. Looking around clueless. The teacher is the best. "Play outside,"They told us. I go with the group to outside of the classroom. There on the border of the playground, I am sitting on the side of the playground and I was kind of sad because I had never been away from my parents. Because of this, I met a guy named Joshua. He was a nice and asked me about what was wrong and stuff. That is my first friend. The only thing that went wrong was that he wasn't in my classroom.
Break ended and the teachers called us in and I went inside. There was the teacher, Mrs. H. She was the nicest teacher ever.
As the volunteer passed out the markers and white boards. "You get what you get and you don't give a fit." Her soft voice made us want to say it too.
There I met another two of my best friends, Kelvin and Charlene. Both of which moms' are best friends with mine and each other. Together we were a trio. We would talk, ask each other for homework.
But it all fell when the third grade came around. Kelvin moved and Charlene moved too. That was the last I saw of them. Lonely, so lonely :(((((((((
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That's Me
Historia CortaThis is a story about me and the friends I don't have. This will be about the life I don't have too.