Natalie Swan

Chapter : 4

Language Arts is like any class , the teacher , Mr. Cornfields , just repeats a lecture he prepared the night before and teaches the class about what he went over in the lecture , hands out homework and then , finally he says ( if he's Mr. Cornfields or any creative writing or English teacher ) " Write the best paragraph you've ever written on your special hobbies and turn it in to me in these last 5 minutes !" When Mr. Cornfields said those words I went ballistic ( don't worry , only in my head ) Here is the writing I wrote :  

I play the bass guitar , not very well , but I try so hard to get the notes right , to play in the best way I can . It all started when I heard a man playing the bass guitar at the library , it sounded so cool , and I wanted to play the Bass so bad ! When I finally got one for Christmas , my mom said I'd have to wait to learn how to play it , she'd just lost her job and said it would cost to much . Today I am self teaching my self to play , hopefully I'll be a great Bass guitarist !

- Natalie Swan 8th

That joy has been short lived , I now sit at the cafeteria table ...ALL BY MY SELF ! this is exactly what happened last year at my old school , IT CAN'T HAPPEN AGAIN ! I pick slowly at the gross little patty melt on my plate , Calum had to ditch me for his friends ?

I sit in the soft meadow where the playing fields are and watch as the boys play soccer , the girls take selfies  while gossiping about all the " Hot Boys " , and then there's the other loner  that sits on the stairs to the side door of the school , with her head buried in a book . " Wan'a play ?" . the voice came out of no where , I look up to see Calum leaning over me , " No " I say . Why did I say No !! Why !!! It just happened , and now I'm sitting here lost in my own thoughts again !! What's going to be come of me ? Now I start thinking about the paragraph I wrote and how it was so sugar coated , my parents didn't get me the bass guitar , in fact my uncle did ,  my parents say its a waste of time and something they will never spend money on .

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" There's the key word in a sentence .................................... And here's your paragraph on your special hobbies , if you got a D or less I need to talk to you " . Yes that nightmare lecture is over ! Time for some fun ! I love writing , I know I got an A .  I turn my eyes to the paper Mr. Cornfields  slaps on my desk :   D- . I want to let out a screech , but I don't .