I awoke in my room with a start. Something wasn't right. Something was poking my leg. I reached underneath. It was my cat. Charlie. I threw him into the group. He landed with a thump.
Charlie was dead.
"Great". I said. "Another dead cat. I'll put him in the bag with the others."
I got out of bed and picked up Charlie and threw him in a body bag that was starting to overflow with dead cats. I need to do something with those. I went to my closet and grabbed my jeans. I put it on two legs at a time. Because one leg at a time is boring. I threw on my favorite shirt. Sure it smelled like death and was used to hide my dead cat from my ex-girlfriend, but My Chem is the greatest band of all time. I went to the breakfast table and poured myself some cereal. I looked at the clock. It was 8:30. Thank God school starts today, or else I'd be screwed. Wait... School starts today. I grab my cat body bag, and my back pack and throw my bag into the bed of my truck. I then jump into my truck.
It's a good thing you can trust students to be by themselves for an hour.
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The Classroom
General FictionEthan Thanson, slightly sexist 10th grade English teacher, goes through the ups and downs of life with his students. He does his best to make this the best year in his student's lives. He tried to, anyway. 20 ridiculous students and one passionate...
