“You have three seconds to make your choice, write or I call your parents!!!” Those words shook me to the core. If my dad got another call for me being a bad student, he might destroy my TV. So there was no other option, I grabbed a marker and started writing on the whiteboard next to this random kid. The day has been already bad in the first three seconds, I cannot imagine how the rest of the day would be like.
My wishes and prayers for Flabby not to arrive at school were quickly destroyed once he opened that door. Now three students were writing for who knows how long at this point. In an instant, I heard a bone snap and realized it was Flabby. His hand was slowly decreasing in power and I could tell. He was sweating like there …show more content…
“NOW GET OUT OF HERE!!!” He screamed and the three of us ran at the speed of light. I then walked over to Flabby who looked so sick, especially in his hand. “Hey Porky, what a start to the day am I right?” “Indeed, that guy has no taste in comedy. What’s your schedule?” I asked Flabby looking at his. We only had two classes together, first period English and sixth period Social Studies, both with Mr. Jingles. Great, well I suppose this year wouldn’t be so great after all. My second period was PE with Mr. Everett. Overall, it was terrible. I usually enjoy physical education since it’s a break of fun over the jamble of studying. Unlike my previous adventures, we just sat down on the concrete for the entire period waiting for the teacher to take roll. I sat all the ay in the front on number fourteen while all my friends like Mat, Samuel, Jake, Logan, and Oscar were all in the back with numbers ranging in the fifties. I just sat on my number for hours on end, thinking about about life, but even that got me a headache. The sun kept on cooking my skin until it seem I was on fire. My mind being in such a horrible state along with the heat killing me made my second period completely useless and painful. I don’t even think I spoke a single word during the whole class, making me mouth feel just as awful as in the morning, …show more content…
Hanakat, I know what a name for a teacher. I don’t even know how to pronounce it. Taking a long look at the events that happened in the class, I’d say it was an abomination. I already hate math, due to me not understanding it, but now it just got a whole lot worse. The teacher was sleepy for crying out loud once I entered the room. He wasn’t moving too which made me believe he was dead. I sat down on a random chair in the back and as I sat down on the chair, my weight consumed the entire surface area and made a loud noise that almost sounded like fart. The teacher woke up in pure shock and looked around the room, analysing each student to who may have caused such a noise. Sadly, solely on my size, I was his first
My wishes and prayers for Flabby not to arrive at school were quickly destroyed once he opened that door. Now three students were writing for who knows how long at this point. In an instant, I heard a bone snap and realized it was Flabby. His hand was slowly decreasing in power and I could tell. He was sweating like there …show more content…
“NOW GET OUT OF HERE!!!” He screamed and the three of us ran at the speed of light. I then walked over to Flabby who looked so sick, especially in his hand. “Hey Porky, what a start to the day am I right?” “Indeed, that guy has no taste in comedy. What’s your schedule?” I asked Flabby looking at his. We only had two classes together, first period English and sixth period Social Studies, both with Mr. Jingles. Great, well I suppose this year wouldn’t be so great after all. My second period was PE with Mr. Everett. Overall, it was terrible. I usually enjoy physical education since it’s a break of fun over the jamble of studying. Unlike my previous adventures, we just sat down on the concrete for the entire period waiting for the teacher to take roll. I sat all the ay in the front on number fourteen while all my friends like Mat, Samuel, Jake, Logan, and Oscar were all in the back with numbers ranging in the fifties. I just sat on my number for hours on end, thinking about about life, but even that got me a headache. The sun kept on cooking my skin until it seem I was on fire. My mind being in such a horrible state along with the heat killing me made my second period completely useless and painful. I don’t even think I spoke a single word during the whole class, making me mouth feel just as awful as in the morning, …show more content…
Hanakat, I know what a name for a teacher. I don’t even know how to pronounce it. Taking a long look at the events that happened in the class, I’d say it was an abomination. I already hate math, due to me not understanding it, but now it just got a whole lot worse. The teacher was sleepy for crying out loud once I entered the room. He wasn’t moving too which made me believe he was dead. I sat down on a random chair in the back and as I sat down on the chair, my weight consumed the entire surface area and made a loud noise that almost sounded like fart. The teacher woke up in pure shock and looked around the room, analysing each student to who may have caused such a noise. Sadly, solely on my size, I was his first