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THIS IS AJ'S ONLY POST!

i just had a story on my mind, so if you would like, please check it out and tell me what you think! *sorry for spelling mistakes! This is a first draft!* It a little like 2 stories combined. You have to read it to get what i mean!

Whatever you call it, it's a day of payback
The clock ticked....55...56...57...58...59....ONE MINUTE!
Each minute went by like s-l-o-w m-o-t-i-o-n.
The time drew closer and closer and CLOSER, as we wished we could just get it over with.
Suddenly the teacher (after a long pause) shouted, "COME AND GET EM!"
EVERYONE shrunk down in their seats, hoping and begging for a good grade.
The teacher started calling of the list:
"Anna...
Ben...
Carly...
Deanna...
Mallery...
Jenna...
Carl..."
as some kids slowly walked up to take the folder containing the only VERY valuable thing parents care about from school. Most kids could care less, including the fact that they had their own life to run. on ekid mentioned
"this is the only day the teachers enjoy. They all call it something else, but whatever they call it, it's a day of payback."
Suprised at his miraculous form of a sentance, the kids all stired quietly.
We shoved it into their HOME folder... as though it was a test we had failed.
We STRONGLY disliked this time of year, as the teachers called, "The time of Day", which supposivley was supposed to wake us up with the current lessons going on throughout the year. But it didn't. it just made us dislike more and more.
Pretty soon teachers had given today numerous names like "Grade day!" and "Look out bad students!".
I, though, was one of the better students with better grades, if you call strait c's good. I acctually open the folder to see what was held inside. It consisted of a grade sheet, a note to you, and a note to your parents.
but the teachers saw no point in giving you the note because everyone threw it out the second they got it. The teachers save valuable time, the students can get on with their lives. Very simple.
i apparently am the only student with a personal note to me from all of my teachers. The one i first read was;
" I always enjoy writing to you, because you are one of the best students here! You do have an advanced grade for your class, but after all, your class' grade avrage is a D and lower. It is a pleasure to write this letter out to you, and i have started to have faith in the other students! Keep working hard!"


That was from my general teacher. She was the only person who wrote to me, and i even enjoyed reading what she had writen for me. it makes me wonder why some kids threw away their letters...
I wonder what my parents will say...
"Outstanding job!" like that was going to happen.
or
"we are VERY disapointed in your grades. At least we know that you tryed your best."

I really never did. You see, kids don't really THINK about their future or ACT on their future. Own interpritaion is :
"Whats now is now and whats in the future is the future."
So basicly kids will text on their cellphones, draw, chew gum, chat with a friend, pass notes, or even bring in a video game to play durring class. These kids of course, highest grades were a C-. Mine was a B+!

Now it was art! This was pretty much the ONLY subject kids payed attention to, and even half the time kids do the wrong thing because they didn't pay attention.
The art room is pretty dull with it's grey windows and white walls bare of posters, but that was probably because the teacher wanted us to focus on her, nto what the room looked like. Even that didn't work.
One dy she just got fed up with us and shouted, "DRAW! DRAW WHATEVER YUOU WANT! I'M THROUGH!"
And that's how she was fired from our school. Always a happy ending right?! razz stare mad
wrong. Our school ALWAYS had these things going on. One time a Substitute was fired because some class supposivley treatened her to scream and tell everyone this was the best school ever. She called the office, and when an officer came in, the kids sat back down like angels with the sub with a VERY mad face. The Officer arrested the sub for harrassing the children, and lost her job.
Then one time a kid next to the paper secretary (the lady in charge of paper) threw a paper airplaine at the princible, and he accused her, resulting in her loosing her job.
I'm pretty surprised the princible didn't just walk out on us already. but then again, i'm sure the kids are targeting on getting him out in the next week.
The only teachers here, are the ones who can acctually put up with failing students, and has gone threw MANY milletary classes of disipline.
There is one teacher who is my neighbor and smiles a crooked smile everytime i walked by her. It's like she is stalking me...
eek eek eek eek eek
One day she came up to me and started calling me "Bestest Neighbor" , "Smuggle-poo" , and "Bwest Friend". These times were particually weird because the only time she would be nice was when she wanted something out of me. The next day i found out she jsut wanted a cup of sugar.
But my point with my neighbor is, she is ALWAYS mean unless she needs something from you. Now, i have a story for you, i have kept 'confidential' , secretive, out of the strangers hands. In other words... A Story never reavealed to anyone else. Here is the story, never described to anyone. The story of many scars, both emotional and phisical.

It all started on afternoon, exactly 2:03 PM. A moving truck of my worries arived at the house next door. A lady, not too tall and not to short with peachy hair evaluated the house and hurried in. The moving truck unloaded TONS and TONS of junky furnature, that i myself, wasn't too fond of. Once they had unloaded the truck, they loaded the furnature 1 at a time inside the house. I heard my new neighbor cry out in joy,
"What a wonderful place!"
And then on i knew from her voice, she was the worst neigbor, in the HISTORY of worst neighbors. And the worst part was, no matter what, she always thought of her house beautiful. This meant she would never leave the house, until needed.
The touture began the next mourning when i woke up to the pounding soud of bulky dogs barking. As if her screaming at me for playing outside wasn't good enough?! Unable to fall asleep, i watched them bark at the neighborhood animals, who were minding their oun buisness.
Those animals were like me. I was minding MY own buisness when SHE started to yell at me. I never did anything to her, yet she thinks she has the right to yell at me for playing outside. I just don't get why. I was even playing in MY yard.
Later on in the day, she jsut turned FREAKY nice on us. throughout the day she would call saying,
"Oh, my wonderful neighbors, how are you? I am feeling rather lonley, and was wondering if you interested with dinner at my house tonight. Please call back soon!"
Now, that was too far. My parents didn't b elive she would SCREAM at me because i was playing outside, and now they are agreeing to have dinner at her house. My life was changing drasticly, and not in a good way.



I am not finished, so please keep visiting! everyday i will update this post, and possibly finish it soon!