"What do we do with it now?"
"Who, it?"
"Yeah it did it again"
"Again?"
"Yeah"
"So what do we do with it"
"Send it to that family"
"When do we get rid of it?"
"We can't, or else 'they' will find out, and 'we' are not ready for them"
"But it's only in preschool"
"Do not underestimate it"
"When do we start the progress?"
"Now"
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As I walked into my SK classroom, I could just imagine another easy year of school, and I had a feeling that something was going to be different. To me, school is just a playground of foolish children that; #1 can't remember the alphabet backwards. #2 enjoy this game called "tag", #3 can't even remember their multiplication tables.
It was the first day of school and our teacher, Mrs.Homes, said to the class, "Welcome to senior kindergarten!"
Everyone cheered (well except me).
"I am going to be your teacher for this year, my job is to teach and treat you as my own children,"
Everyone chuckled [well obviously except me (it wasn't funny)]
"We will be learning about adding and if we're smart, subtracting!"
WHAT? Did you just hear that? Aparently, I'm not going to learn anything this year, I am so disapointed.
So instead of listening to anything else the teacher is saying, I just grabbed a pencil and paper from my knapsac and drew the teacher yappin' about.
The morning passed by quickly and it was time to go home, I left the drawing behind on my table and rode my bicycle to home sweet home.
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The next day came just like that as I went to school, I looked on my desk, on the desk there was an envelope with a fragile note. I have been tranferred to grade two!
Well that was a twist
YOU ARE READING
I am Predator
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