A Long Year


I walk into the classroom and look around.

I see bare, ugly walls.

I sit down in a stiff desk, and my back begins to ache.

I look at the students.

On my left, there is a stuck up girl with blond hair.

On my right, there is a boy picking his nose.

I look up at the tall teacher; she has a snarl on her face.

I think to myself, "This is going to be a long year."




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