Oh school it's the thing that burdens me the most. I'm ignored and people laugh when I get the the answer wrong . They don't correct me they laugh and jeer. As I walk down the path and up the stairs to my school I dread my day. I dread ever coming back I dread going home after and I dread homework. Piles and piles of homework making my backpack heavy having to walk home each day as it weighs me down. I don't like school, the kids, or the books we are forced to read. If I'm being honest I'd rather read exciting books as my imagination goes wild. I like books filled with action not filled with facts. But I tread on and go to school to face the awful day.
A.N I actually love my teacher but school I hate but my teacher loves to read stuff she would like and knows we would like so yeah. She is the only reason I actually don't pretend to be sick.
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Mumbles Of A Night Owl
De TodoMy safe haven is my journal , my pen, my mind, and creativity. I'll put my random thoughts , short stories, poems, and art
