Once I met my homeroom teacher I knew she would be awesome. Her name was Miss Fisher. I was always rude jokingly with her. For examples I would always give her thumbs down while she was teaching and I would always try to steal her phone but I only got it one day and I changed her password. It was funny to her reaction. I did get into trouble and she also thought it was funny.
In the middle of the school year my best friend hit me in the eye with a pencil. I got and and took her pencil and did the same to her but in the arm.
At home I was scared because a fight was happening. While I was in the shower. The fight was between my sister and her boyfriend and my mother. They were fighting because my mother was kicking him out. And when I got out and dressed I saw my sister and her boyfriend choking my mother. When I went to see if there was someone to help my mom. There was my brother and the roommate just standing there watching my mother getting chocked. So like a dumb person I am. I jump onto my sister's boyfriends back. He is a lot and I mean a lot taller then me. So when I jumped on him. I got him off of my mother then my sister she grabbed my arm and twisted so I would get off of him. My mother then got up. I don't remember a lot from that night. The last I remember is that my arm got broke, and my ankle got messed up.
So I went to school crying because I could use my arm and my teacher felt it and asked, "What happened?"
I told her, "my sister twisted my arm."
So she did what she had to do. That is tell principal and call my mother.
A week or two after she said, "Since you're pretty rough you should do field hockey next year."
I told her," maybe!"
We had a sixth grade trip and on the ride there my girlfriend Amanda message me and said we are over. So I was upset and I tried not to let anyone see that. Only two people notice. My good friend Ana, and Miss Fisher. They tried to make me tell them. But I wouldn't nudge. I went in front of the lake and sat down. And of course Miss Fisher followed me and tried to talk to me. She got me to stop crying and then she gave me a hug.
Two to three days later Amanda called me and we got back together.
It was the end of school and I went up to miss fisher and said, "Some day I'll tell you why I was crying. But once I know it is a thing that is allowed."
That made her day. But also made her confused. She said, "With you it probably is not allowed but I'm gonna be happy when you tell me even if it is not allowed."
I don't remember anything from the summer time. But seventh grade was the worst year in my life.
