Class 3 ended and nothing exciting came. I was happy to know that it's lunch time. Practically, everyone was. I was walking down the hallway in a crowd of other kids. Flare was beside me and I'd assume that it would look like I'm talking to someone, which I was. "I'll be in the cafeteria. You go look around the classrooms while no one is there are look in the teachers' piles of assignments and see if any of Steven's work is there. Then, we would know if this Steven goes to this school. If you happen to find his name, look at everything the paper says. I'll be here until 12:30." "K." Flare said and flew over to the classrooms. "Who are you talking to?" Rosanna ran up to me. I was surprised but not surprised to see it was her. "Oh. Nobody. Just... talking to myself, I guess." I answered. "Oh. Talking to yourself is kinda weird but it's ok cause I do it all the time, ya know?" "Mm." "So, we're going to 4th class after lunch! Omg, I'm so excited!" "Yeah." We reached the cafeteria I sat down and Rosanna followed me and sat next to me. During lunch I forgot to tell Flare to finish what he was saying before math class. Shoot. I won't be able to see him again until the end of school. We really have no "social" time during this last part of the day.
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RandomTHIS IS MY CHILDHOOD FAIRY TALE THAT I WROTE WHEN I WAS 9 =D SO THIS IS WHAT "IF 9-YEAR OLD TYPH WROTE A STORY" LOOKS LIKE AND OF COURSE IT'S ABOUT DREAGONS BECAUSE WHAT ELSE AM I RIGHT. PLEASE ENJOY A HORRIBLE PLOT LINE AND TERRIBLE GRAMMAR. THANK...
