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The kid who’s watching the door quickly told everybody that the teacher was walking down the hall. Everybody immediately started picking up the paper, putting the desk back in place, sitting down in the seats and just talking with their inside voices. Acting like nothing happened. The teacher walks in and greets us
"Good morning kids, another day another dollar!"
He’s in a very good mood today. I wonder what he did last night. It's none of my business. He’s a grown man. With a wife and kids. This story is the bane of my existence. I hate it so much.
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1. Just another day at Clara Jones High School. Go to science class in the morning and all of my friends are there before me, per usual. Cracking jokes, waiting for the bell to ring. In the morning and I was supposed to come here. I'd really rather be at home right now. I hate school so much besides science class. It's at least my favorite class here before the rest of the day just gets flushed down the toilet. No teacher in sight. Bunch of kids up out of their seats. Jumping on the desk. Throwing paper. Typical morning chaos.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
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