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| 07 May 2022 05:22 PM
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I wake up to the beautiful sound of my alarm, and then realize it’s a false alarm. I’m about to go back to sleep when suddenly my cat comes running at me, jumping onto my bed and scratching my face. I sit bolt upright in shock and pain. I glance at my clock and see that I am late for school. I throw on some clothes and run out the door.
On my way to the bus stop, I trip over one of my many toys and fall flat on my face, landing right in the dirt. My shirt is covered with mud and grass stains. I look down and see that one of my shoes has come untied, so I take the time to tie it while standing in the middle of the street.
As I’m waiting for the bus, I notice a huge bug crawling on my arm, so I slap it with my hand. It turns out to be a lizard, and now I have a big bloody wound on my arm. The lizard runs off, and I hear an ambulance in the distance.
The bus arrives just as my father pulls into the driveway. He yells at me to get in, and I jump in the passenger seat, still bleeding from my arm.
We drive by the bus stop and I see that I’ve forgotten my bag. I yell at him to turn around, but he doesn’t listen. He drops me off at school and drives away.
I walk up to the main office and tell them that I forgot my bag. They tell me that my bag was found and that someone put it in their backpack. I thank them and go to class. I sit down next to a girl who I really like. I try to start a conversation with her, but she just ignores me. She has been ignoring me all week, so I decide to ask her what’s wrong. She tells me that she is mad at me because I didn’t call her yesterday.
I feel bad, so I offer to take her to lunch. She agrees, and we go to the cafeteria. We are about to sit down when another girl comes up to us and starts making fun of us for being fat. She calls us “fatty” and “chubby”. I try to defend myself, but she just laughs at me and walks away.
I’m starting to feel really sick now, so I go to the nurse’s office. She asks me what’s wrong, and I tell her about my arm. She takes a look at it and says that it needs stitches. She puts some ointment on it and wraps it up. She gives me a bandage and tells me to change it every day.
After school, I go to the store and buy some new clothes. I wear them home and throw my old ones in the trash. When I get home, I realize that I forgot to tie my shoes again. I go back to my room and find my old shoes. I put them on and head out to my car. I drive to the mall and buy some new shoes.
When I get home, my mother is waiting for me. She yells at me for getting home late, and then she asks me where my backpack is. I tell her that I left it on the bus, and she tells me that I need to learn how to take care of my stuff. I go to my room and cry.
The next day is Friday, and I’m excited because it’s the weekend. I get dressed and head off to school. On the way there, I trip over a rock and fall flat on my face again. I get up and see that I have blood on my shirt, so I run home and change. When I get back to school, I see that I’ve forgotten my bag again. I run into the main office and ask if they found it, but they say no.
I walk to class, still bleeding from my arm. As soon as I sit down, I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. It turns out that I ate some bad food, so I run to the bathroom and throw up. When I’m done, I wash my hands and go back to class.
At lunchtime, I see the girl who I like talking to another boy. I try to talk to her, but she just ignores me. The other boy laughs at me, and I feel really bad.
After school, I go to the store and buy some new clothes. I wear them home and throw my old ones in the trash. When I get home, I realize that I forgot to tie my shoes again. I go back to my room and find my old shoes. I put them on and head out to my car. I drive to the mall and buy some new shoes.
When I get home, my mother is waiting for me. She yells at me for getting home late, and then she asks me where my backpack is. I tell her that I left it on the bus, and she tells me that I need to learn how to take care of my stuff. I go to my room and cry.
The next day is Friday, and I’m excited because it’s the weekend. I get dressed and head off to school. On the way there, I trip over a rock and fall flat on my face again. I get up and see that I have blood on my shirt, so I run home and change. When I get back to school, I see that I’ve forgotten my bag again. I run into the main office and ask if they found it, but they say no.
I walk to class, still bleeding from my arm. As soon as.
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