I don't do calm

chapter 13

Dust bowl
My struggle on writing my homework

It took me for ever to write something and it was about the hole day! The only thing that I had written was what I wrote in 2nd period. And by the time I got to 3rd I ask Jessica to help me and she said," Why don't you write about your self meeting this hot guy."

"Ummm no fuck off."

"Don't be rude you should write about that."

"Nope I'm not! Bloody hell Jessica if you want some one to to make "love" to you just get fuked by your crush that's 21 years old."

"He is my crush and my bff I can't do that to him!"

"Just fuck him all ready I know you want your vitamin D" I laughed.

"Shut up and do your stupid homework you... you PERV!"

"Fuck off you horny bitch." I mumble.

"What was that!"

" nothing."

My finished homework

The life in the dust bowl
A diary found by some random person

Page : 6
Date: May 15,1933

Good moring diary I came once again to write something that's not homosexual and my name is... My name is Alfred.F. Jones. I have been a farmer with my brother since I remember and since my parents left a week ago to California. They left for a better life and now I live in Kansas with my brother Matthew alone. Without mom and dad everything is depressing.

Some people will say that me and my brother Matthew are insane for staying in this now useless land. I remember when there was once so much to grow in this useless land. However, I have faith that the rain will come back and the every day dust storm will stop for ever. After every storm we look back at a old wagon wheels and we would always tell how bad the storm was by how deep the wheels were buried in the sand. There were days that me and Matthew thought that we wouldn't make it through the day. Some times the dust storms would last for hours and without no escape. Without no crops there was no food or money, but the government distributed cans of food that had been provided for us. I always hated to get free government food, but I do it for my brother beacuse he always ask about asking for help. Finally after a decade the rain came just to finally bring a end to the drought.

The end

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A week later on
Tuesday

I nervously walk in with Amelia think about how we were going to ask Mr. Zapata to behave in front the foreigners students that were coming from China.

"Mr. Zapata can I talk to you."

"Yeah what's up Victoria."

I look at Amelia and she motion her hand for me to talk. When I was about to talk she started to talk.

"So what Victoria wants to tell you is it you can behave next week when the students from China come."