Fallon x Rhetorical Analysis

8th grade - Hate at first sight

Fallon was walking into her 8th grade english teachers class. She saw those dreaded words written on the board. Unit: 2 Rhetorical Analysis. She had no idea what that even was but she hated it. Those words just made her blood curdle. Her face became red with anger and she sat down. She hands were in fists and her jaw was clenched. It was actually kinda funny to watch. She hated every syllable in those words. She didn't listen to anything the teacher was saying about Rhetorical Analysis. She didn't care. She knew this was going to be the longest unit yet. She was right. It sucked. 

As class was being let out, Fallon shoved all her pens and notebooks into her backpack, very aggressively I may add, and stormed out of the classroom. He teacher noticed and said nothing. She now knew how Fallon felt about Rhetorical Analysis, and would abuse this knowledge. 

The next day, Fallon walked into class seething again. She say in the very back and pulled out her pens and began to doodle, doodle and doo- you get the point she like to draw. She made masterpieces. what her teacher said, Fallon will never forget. 

"Fallon, can you move to the seat right next to my desk?" 

Fallon was angry! How was she supposed to distract herself from the awful Rhetorical Analysis. It's like the Rhetorical Analysis Gods hated her very existence. 

She moved and that class period was the longest she'd ever endured. 

Class continued ike this for the remainder of the year. She would come into class and the teacher and the Rhetorical Analysis gods would make life hell then she would get released and run into sweet freedom.

It was the last day of school, fallon walked into that 8th grade english classroom for the last time. She had no idea why Unit 2: Rhetorical Analysis, lasted all year, maybe it was a plot hole. We may never find out. But the point was, Fallon thought she was done with Rhetorical Analysis and could move on with her life. Oh boiii was she wrong!