"About how many times a day do you think of something depressing?" Mr. Allen my health teacher said.
"Our thoughts just come and go as we please guys. Nothing stays there that long unless you just happen to come across it in your mind again." Mr. Allen's class is my favorite aside from my short stories class.
School isn't all that great but you gotta find something to do with your life.
"Okay class your textbooks have all the questions on page 309, so I want you students to get some of these questions done here then the rest for homework. I'll be walking by just to make sure you guys are doing it." Mr. Allen said.
School could be better for a whole year if it honestly could.
A lot of my classmates are talking so loud. I put some music on my phone and get my work done and chill listening to music. About 15 minutes before the bell Mr. Allen gets our attention.
"Okay class I was informed that tomorrow we are going to have a new student. If you all could be nice on his first day and not give him such a hard time, that would be great." he said and some kid says to the class
"Should we like throw him back there with Mirana." Said the annoying kid, making the class start laughing.
I shook my head and got back on my phone changing my music. This class isn't my favorite but mr.Allen does do a good job at explaining all of the body needs; only favorite thing about this class .
Once the bell rang I left the class going to my writing class. I got into class and sat down at my desk. I took my laptop out of my bag and started writing a little story about a boy losing something he found that gave him luck.
It was just a little short story, I didn't think it was that long. Looking at how many words I typed in only 30 minutes was a record for me. 2,014 words typed.
I finished it off with him never finding it again, also he thought he was unlucky, but he never was. I felt like that would be good so I sent it to my teacher by email.
Once that was done I looked up funny videos on my laptop and just watched little clips.
YOU ARE READING
My Story
RomanceI'm sorry but this might be a little harsh to people. Being a girl at 14. Her mother was raped by her husband. Her mother died when she turned 15. And along the way she's helped by someone she could actually call a friend. Read more about Mirana...
