She stared at me for a good five minutes before she started to talk.
"What are you doing here at school over two hours after it started" She said.
"I woke up a little late today" I said.
"A LITTLE LATE? ITS 10:30 AND SCHOOL STARTED AT 8:00!" She screamed.
"Well it's not my-"
""GET TO CLASS" She said, furiously.
I walk to my desk and sit down. I see my classmates glaring at me giving me the "Why are you late" look. I look away as class starts.
Dring! Dring! Dring!
My teacher, Mrs. Smith walks in the classroom wearing her favorite shirt that says: "History yes or no, is the way to go." She sits down and pulls out her notebook.
Mrs. Smith has a notebook with all of our grades inside them. She never shows what's inside it. When we ask her what is inside, she simply tells us: "Use your imagination." She starts to read the first few names to go.
Marcus
Lily
Peter
Sam
Marisa
Thankfully, I am not the first 5 to present. She then reads the next name.
Joseph
Now I have to go after them. At least I do not have to go first.
The first 5 presentations go by in the speed of light all finishing one after another. Now, it's my turn to present.
I get up and walk to the front of the class and start my presentation.
YOU ARE READING
The fountain of youth
FantasíaThe fountain of youth, a mysterious fountain located in an unknown land known to posses the power to make one young again.
