Some part of me feels like Kenzie didn't mean to do that on purpose. The other part feels like she did.
The next day, it was Friday, and today was the last day of school. (This is when she wasn't homeschooled) Next year I will be going to the eighth grade. So I wore this:
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And this was my backpack;
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So when I went to school our first period was homeroom.
My teacher said 🍎: teacher 🍦: Maddie ------------- 🍎: Okay class, last day of seventh grade. So in eighth grade things will be different. There will be more teachers, more dances, and especially... More students. So I expect you to be on your best behavior. In the next periods, you will be learning the stuff in eighth grade so your teachers will be like, "wow, I wonder how that student already knows this stuff." Got it? *the class nods.* 🍦: Mrs. Smith? 🍎: Yes, Maddie? 🍦: I will be going to another school next year. 🍎: Oh. Well, I hope you do your best at that school. 🍦: Thank you. 🍎: You're welcome. ----------------------------- I hope next year will be good.
When my mom picked me up at 12;00 (it was early release) I was really sad about leaving this school. But I will be attending Franklin Regional Middle School. None of my friends go there, but I'm sure I'll love it.
*YES I KNOW THIS WAS SHORT... I'LL MAKE ANOTHA ONE*
