Long,
long, long ago in an English classroom far away…
Regan has started to present Scribe Notes right
after we talked about whether or not torturing people was okay. Her scribe notes mostly
consisted of prom, girls in the class, and all the things she saw that day. Everyone clapped at her overachieving because she wrote her scribe notes in a poem.
It was honestly good, but it is going to make me look bad. Jimmy was given a
poem for a quiz that we have today because he was sick on Tuesday. Jack and
Brett where talking in the back while they were whipping me with their laptop
cords. I was given many lacerations. All of the sudden Mary started complaining
for good reasons over the poems that we were about to be assigned. Everybody
ran up to the front of the board to get their poems. There was fighting and
scratching up there. Jack and Brett threatened to kill me if I didn’t write
anything about them. Kate flirted with Brett the whole class because she has a
burning passion for him. Then she started writing all over my agenda like I
cared because I haven’t used it all year. Then Brett, Jack, and I started
making fun of Kate like we always do. Everybody hurried to find out how long
their poems were hoping that it was a short one. Paige and Caitlyn were being
stubborn in not letting Brett and I have "Chicago," the poem that we also wanted, so this made us really mad. I noticed everybody in the classroom was dying to
get a little air circulation in the class. There was sweat dripping from
everybody because of the intense heat from our dry and arid school. Then the
whole class started talking about making Johnny’s life hell by giving him a bad
poem. The whole class seemed to really enjoy discussing Johnny in his absence, and we got
into pretty good detail about him. Kate seemed really interested in what Jack,
Brett, and I were doing because we are really interesting and good looking
people. The class ended and everybody hurried out.
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