Ok, Lemme Tell you!

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Shinoa's POV:

Before we start into the story, I need you to know this is NOT my something that happened to me. In fact this is my friend, Nadine's story and I apologize if my spelling and grammar make no sense. I'm in fact only 10. Which yes, is important soon.

So, in 4th grade, we had class pets that were going to be given away to us. This didn't happen a long time ago--just a month ago before I decided to post this. But, before that, we would have to take care if the pets for a few weeks or so. And depending on your age, you get a type of pet.

If you were 9, you would get some cockroaches--gross-- and if you were 10, you have fish. Yes, fish. I personally thought that was a little messed up. But not just any fish, tropical fish.

So, you might know this, but I'm going to state it anyways. Tropical fish are fish that need to live in warm waters.

Back to the story, our class room was rather small. Ranging from 15 to 20 students. So, the teacher gave out these small plastic or glass fish tanks with a tiny little heaters. Then the said teacher gave us ONE goldfish each.

My friend, who sat next to me, had this beautiful big goldfish with a dashing flowing tail. She received a bigger fish tank. We all placed them to the top right corner of the desk.

Sooo lucky!!

Well anywho, a week passes by and our fish are doing great! Or, at least mine are. My friend does well too and she named her fish "Vampire" because...I dunno, she just did. 😐

We also have a  thing called WIN. It is like some sort of intervention for school. And we would be pulled from our class time to meet up with some other kids from other classes.  While, some of the other kids would also go to our class too.

I was with Nadine, grabbing our fish tank off the desk, thinking we could sneak. Only, too bad for us because our stupid teacher didn't let us and said that no one would touch them.

He didn't even move them to a safer place in the room!

Look, I don't want any of them crusty hands grabbin' our fish!

The teacher moved us along, into the other class. I watch as my desk disappears from my line of sight.

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As I sat in class, my mind was feeling sluggish and I opt to push back from my chair to go outside for some fresh air.

Time skip

For the first two times after, everything was fine until the fourth intervention.

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Honestly, I was counting on something interesting to happen.

I walk into our classroom and my friend was sitting down, looking at Vampire, with a confused expression on her face. Her pet was swimming a bit weird. Not like it would matter anyways because she didn't tell anyone!

I try to help her but she gets mad and claims that it was my fault. I'm not even going to explain why it isn't.

I was this one week that had me disgusted.

So, there was a day where my class was not allowed to be in the classroom with the reason being that we had an important lesson to be taught for the meeting. Our teacher instructs us to place our fish in our desks.

The first day, the fish's tail was gone. Nadine didn't notice it. Obviously, due to the fact that the teacher fed the fish and Nadine got bored of watching it. Not that I cared to tell her cause I was still pissed off.

What? We were kids...such playful yet unforgiving ones that reside on this planet.

Day two, the eyes are missing from their sockets! I panic saying something along the lines of, "AHH!! THE EYES ARE GONE!!!" and she notices, pulling the fish tank out from under the desk, staring as she exclaims, "OHh mAH GoD TheY ArE.!!! Sent HeLp!"

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Day three, half the body is gone and my sickening teacher, and I kid you not, says, "Oh, that's too bad darling, hmm? Maybe next time." What the actual ****?!

Day four, the head is left over and I don't know what to do.

The fifth day, Friday, the return from recess aannd what should be in the fish tank? The fish head literally was replaced with a single baby carrot and attached the that was THE TAIL AND THE EYES!

That would make it the one of the most disturbing things that happened in 4th grade. 

So, I'm a lil' scarred now.

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