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Post by Ghost/Aster on May 14, 2021 10:20:43 GMT -5
(WARNING! This is a work of fiction by me, Bee. All the preceding events never actually happened, and are a figment of my (the authors) imagination.)
Oh…. hi…. I see that you found this....
Yeah… I know the grammar isn’t all that great.. Still. I don’t think that should matter. At all.
I need to tell you a story. A weird story.
I still don’t really know what happened here, but still.
And if this ever happens at your school, well…. Too bad. I guess you could try to though. I mean…. Do something.
Oh well.
Here… you can hear the story…. I took the time to write it. So, thank me, please.
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Post by Ghost/Aster on May 17, 2021 18:44:44 GMT -5
A Completely Normal and Fine Day.
Well, we’ll start the story at a middle school. It was a completely normal day, for the most part… well, I’ll just show you my memory. Yeah, you can apparently do that now…. Don’t ask me. Y’know what, it’s useful. So I’ll do that.
******* It was a relatively usual day at school. Learn some things, eat lunch, try to talk to others, but mostly hang out with friends. Yeah… just fine for the most part.
Currently, it was Math class (which was my 6th period class, as always). Our teacher, Ms. Myers, was rather tired looking, evident by her rather shaggy hair, and tired eyes. Oh, well.. I hope she is okay.
“Okay kids!” Ms. Myers said, “We’ll be working on fractions right now!”
She grabbed some papers from her metal desk. She then stood up straight, and started walking around. She passed out papers, and the reactions from students ranged from bored to “eh, I don’t care”
Once Ms. Myers got to my desk, she handed out a paper, just as I expected. I wrote my name down in neat and small handwriting, and got to work with it. Math wasn’t my strong point, but I at least remembered the strategies and facts.
******* RINGG!
Oh. That was the bell. I (fortunately) finished my fractions work, and turned it in to my teacher. I waited for a bit to let myself out the door, so the other kids could leave the class. Once I left though, I still had enough time to get to my next class.
Speaking of my next class, it was Home Ec, one of my electives. . Which, to be honest, was my favorite class. Plus, my friend, Isabelle, also took it. It’s the only class that I share with her (other then lunch, of course), so more exciting!
I walked down the halls, and I got to the Home Ec room. Inside was a room with sewing machines, an oven and microwave, and lots of posters and pictures. The teacher for this class, Ms. Ayton, was looking around the class, with her computer in hand.
“Hey Mia!”
Oh, that was Isabelle! I rushed over to where I heard the voice. Isabelle looked at me rather weirdly for a second, but then smiled.
“So, how was your day so far?” she asked me.
I shrugged, “Not that great,” I started, “History kinda sucked today.”
Isabelle sighed, “Same. The lesson was boring, and we have 20 minutes of homework from just that!”
I nodded, “Yeah. I didn’t get that much homework though. Did some of the work in class because my teacher allowed me to.”
“Lucky!” Isabelle said.
I turned around for a second. Ms. Ayton looked around at the students, and looked as if she was ready to start the class. I then turned around, and faced Isabelle.
“Class is starting.” I whispered to her.
“Oh, okay!” Isabelle responded.
******** Home Ec was decent this time around. We were starting a new unit on grain (like breads and similar things). So, that would be fun. Other then that, we didn’t do all that much. That was fine with me.
Currently, it’s my ELA class. It’s fine in my opinion. The books are okay, and the teacher, Mr. Brians, was rather friendly.
We are doing some writing right now. We are supposed to write about our favorite memory. I remember stuff pretty well though, and that it causing a bit of a dilemma for me. From that time at the park when I was three, to that waterpark trip that my family did last year, and others, of course, I can’t choose!
Oh well. Still have to get the assignment done. I look at the document on my computer, and start listing some of my favorite memories.
By the time the class was done, my list of memories was about a page and a half long. I have too many favorites! Oh well. This was also the last class of the day, so yeah. It was time to go home.
I got out my bag, and put all my school supplies, ranging from my binder, some notebooks, and my inhaler. (Okay, that wasn’t really a school supply, but just incase my asthma gets bad) I left the classroom, and walked down the hallways, passing by some classes, and a lot of students walking down the hallway.
Today was a decent day. Oh well. I still have about an hour of homework to get done. Maybe not an hour, some assignments aren’t due for another few days. I also have no projects for now, so that is good.
By the time that I got out to the blacktop where the bus lot was, my bus was already there. No surprise, it was always one of the early ones. I got it rather quickly, and shuffled through the seats a bit. I found an empty seat, where I got down. I took off my backpack, and put it in front of me.
Another guy eventually got next to me, just before the bus left. I let him sit next to me, but we didn’t talk all that much. He is currently on his phone anyways, and I didn’t want to annoy him all that much.
******** Once I got home, I took off my shoes in the mud room, and greeted my mom, who just got home from work, and looked rather tired. She smiled once she saw me though, and that made me rather happy.
“Sweetie, how was school today?” My mom asked me.
“Oh?” I asked, caught slightly off guard, “It was fine. I have a fair share of homework though. Probably should be getting that done now.”
“Okay!” my mom replied. “If you need a snack, go ahead and grab one.”
I shook my head, “No.. I’m good”
“Okay then! I’ll be having a snack here, if you need anything.” My mom told me.
Today was a pretty good day to be honest. Welp. I got to get to homework now. Anyway’s, don’t want to mess up my grade.
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Post by marig on Oct 27, 2021 13:49:32 GMT -5
Wow)) Insanely interesting story, as if it were a plot from some TV series, I love reading all kinds of such mystical stories about school just before going to sleep for some reason, probably because in my dreams I see my sequels of your versions, thank you very much for sharing)))
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