April's Day
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"My name is April"
" April Day"
It is my first day in New York and new school. I wonder if the kids would like me. I hope I don't start anything with anyone that is how I got kicked out of my old school. "I am from Chicago, the ghetto to be exactly."
I only live with my mom. I have not seen my dad for four years. He went to go get milk and never came back. Well enough about me. Here's my story.
I arrived at the school. I got to my first class which was homeroom. We had Mr.Ryan. He was kind of boring. He told me to introduce myself. Some of the people wanted to hear what I wanted to say. After class some boys came up to me and try to hit on me. I just ignore them and said no thank you,you nothing to offer. Then some girls walked up to me they said they do that to all the girls. "Come with us" one of the girls said.
The next class we had is Math. The teacher put me next to one of the boys who tried to hit on me. I believe that he is the leader of D-bags. TO BE CONTINUED.....
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