Now a school day for the oldest started off with getting a drink before he got into his home room class, and essentially they went through the same process, but he was joking around with his new friends and seeing if he forgot to do any home work from the night before. But he finds out that he has everything he needs for the whole day of school. Now when his teacher, before the first period bell rang, said have a good day the oldest thought to himself " nine times out of ten I usually do. " So the bell rings and he heads to his fist class which is math, the teacher was very intelligent and tried everything he could to make learning math interesting and intriguing for each and every student, at first the oldest could care less he didn't like the learning part of school he was mainly concerned about his new friends and not so much on his work.
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Broken Heart
Randombasically a story about me, and something's I have or still experiencing to this day
