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Teacher's pet

I am a teacher's pet. I can't remember the last time I broke a school rule. (Except for the many times I've held hands with my friends, because that rule is stupid.) Aubrey can testify to this. 

One time, all of my friends were sharing bad things they did, like punch a kid who was being rude to their friend. Then, it came my turn, and I just said "I've stolen a pencil without telling the teacher." I think. Or it may be that I looked at someone's paper for answers. It was a long time ago, I don't remember.

"Literally all of us have done that." One of the boys said, with a choir of agreements. 

And that's how I became known as the person who wouldn't break a rule if my life depended on it. Even my dad noticed this when I waited for a car to move out of the way of the walk way, when I could have just walked around it. 

But, it's great. Yes, this is going to be like my crybaby chapter, deal with it. 

All of my teachers, from both seventh grade and eighth, loved me. 

My English teacher from seventh grade loved me to bits. She was the one that helped me that one time those kids were being rude to me. So, she was very protective over me. Also, I got really good grades, so she was always happy for me about that. Also, you all know I can write, why else would I be here? Well, she let us write every morning, which was amazing. It was the best part of my day, she gave us a prompt every week and let us work on it for a few minutes every day of that week. It was awesome, and she was awesome.

She was so awesome, she let me pick something to be rewarded with. She was expecting me to ask for something big like not having to work for a day, or to listen to music for a week, but I chose to sit by my best friend, Aubrey. By the end of the year, the teacher was moving classrooms, so she had to get rid of some of her stuff. So, she gave all of the leftover candy she had to me. And some other knick-knacks. She was a nice teacher, and I saw her around the school after that. 

My brother's going to middle school tomorrow, so maybe he'll have her class. Hopefully not, since he's made teachers cry before, but maybe he'll be better this year. Probably not.

Eighth grade wasn't too big, the teachers just really liked me, even the mean one. I have to say, that is a weird feeling, knowing you're the mean teacher's favorite. But, eighth grade was still a good year. I loved seventh grade more, mainly because I had my best friend in all of those classes, but I didn't have her in any classes in eighth grade. Also, the fact my English teacher was amazing.

It's strange being the teacher's pet, but it's nice.