flowergirl001
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Hello! My name is Gigi. I am a passionate writer who loves nature, photography and exploring. Enjoy my collection!đ
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The Student Teacher
The Student Teacher Mr Stock, my English teacher, turned to me and said âCynthia, youâre in charge of them for the rest of class. I have to go to this meeting.â He said as he frantically gathered all of the papers he needed into his bag. Me? Being in charge of these people? Oh boy do I feel bad for them. âYup, Iâll be sure to keep them in line, no worries.â I said nodding and agreeing to be the âteacherâ for the block. All we had to do was work on presentations due in 2 days, which is on Friday. Which made me think, âIt shouldnât be that hard, right? Just tell them to work on their presentations and thatâs the end of thatâ. I was very wrong. The second the door closed behind Mr Stock and he had left, all hell broke loose. These people, who are high school seniors and juniors, started acting like they were back in grade school. Papers were flying, pencils were being thrown and one almost landed right in a girlâs eye. A hard, heavy base ball flew right past me and shattered a window. Music with disgusting and ungodly noises was blasting in the room. I stood there flabbergasted, grinding my teeth so hard that my jaw started to hurt. I was so pissed off, I felt like I was walking through fire. I was in disbelief that this was happening then I realized, I was going to have the backlash of this whole disaster. I was the one who was going to get yelled at for all of this since Iâm the one whoâs supposed to be in charge of the class. Nope, thatâs not going to happen. Not on my watch. I pushed all of the notebooks, pencils off my desk as I then gently set my MacBook on my chair since I didnât want to break that. I get on the desk and scream, âSTOP right now! Turn that music down, itâs vulgar! Disgusting! Get rid of that, right now.â The boys who were blasting the music immediately looked up like a deer in headlights and threw their stereo out the window to get rid of it completely. âNow let me ask you, girls, how your grades look. Do you have a passing grade in this class?â I ask a group of girls who were in a corner watching DIYâs on YouTube. The girls look at me with fear written all over their faces, until one got the courage to speak up. âNo...I have a 68.â The girl said as her face turned red as a tomato. She also had the look of, âPlease donât hurt me.â I roll my eyes as I stand there on the desk with my arms crossed. âThen what the hell are you doing watching DIY videos on YouTube? GET TO WORK! And whoeverâs throwing things, cut the crap and act your maturity level.â I said before I shook my head, getting down from the desk. I couldnât help but mutter to myself, âJesus Christ, these people are complete idiots.â Everyone seemed to shut up now, never saw a bunch of people look so scared in my life.
By flowergirl0015 years ago in Education
Benefits of Sleep
Benefits Of Sleep Many people are either early birds, the ones who like to wake up early or night owls, people who like to stay up late at night. Whether itâs facetiming a friend, playing your games on a gaming console or just doing any other leisure activity. But going to bed at irregular times, however, is not good for your health. Studies have shown that getting enough sleep is essential. Getting enough sleep actually also has many benefits that you may not be aware of.
By flowergirl0015 years ago in Longevity
Living With A Murderer
There was a house in the middle of the woods. The trees would rustle in the wind, as it howled with the wolves standing on the edge of the cliff. Crickets chirped battling with the howling. Lots of trees were cut down so the mansion could be built and so the land could be used by the twins. The twins lived in the house, their father lived there too but he was barely home due to all of the business trips. He was always traveling and so the twins would always have to fend for themselves.
By flowergirl0016 years ago in Horror
