সঙ্গীত is the only class I have with him. The longest class.
"Nick play that part of the excersice again." told our band teacher Mr. Bova.
No one argues with Mr. Bova, we all think he's scary.
"Why do I even stay in this class?" I sometimes ask myself. The fear of being yelled at? The fact that I loved playing the flute? অথবা Nick.... no I moved on! অথবা at lest I tell myself I did. I don't know what it is, his poping messy, curly blond hair, even আরো sunkissed than mine. অথবা the way he smiled to himself, his perfect smirk. I don't why I ever crushed on him.
Nick finished the part of the routine, his flawless routine. He's the best পিয়ানো player in our class, always first chair. Mr. Bova's পছন্দ we think of him, the perfect example. We got back to work,but then imediantly Mr. Bova was yelling at us that we got D sharp wrong.
During these brief scoldings I always glance at him. I shouldn't even try, when I look at him it always reminds me of that moment that I screwed up on. Besides, crushes come and go.... only his crush lasted for a বছর অথবা so. But its definately over... I think.....
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I'm a pretty antisocial person. No, I am antisocial of my middleschool, Carter Middle school. The place is a living hell for me. For some reasons.......... and ... others... but mostly, the kids are idoits and the teachers don't know anything about teaching.
Mrs. Carr the librarian is the only one who knows what she's doing. Mrs. Carr is a very experienced English teacher who was demoted to being the school librarian. Her little লাইব্রেরি is the only place to escape this wreched place that isn't crowded like the সঙ্গীত room. I rushed to there before the rough crowds.
Before I even before stepped completely through the door I heard a joyful husky voice. " নমস্কার little Ann."
TO BE CONTINUED
"Nick play that part of the excersice again." told our band teacher Mr. Bova.
No one argues with Mr. Bova, we all think he's scary.
"Why do I even stay in this class?" I sometimes ask myself. The fear of being yelled at? The fact that I loved playing the flute? অথবা Nick.... no I moved on! অথবা at lest I tell myself I did. I don't know what it is, his poping messy, curly blond hair, even আরো sunkissed than mine. অথবা the way he smiled to himself, his perfect smirk. I don't why I ever crushed on him.
Nick finished the part of the routine, his flawless routine. He's the best পিয়ানো player in our class, always first chair. Mr. Bova's পছন্দ we think of him, the perfect example. We got back to work,but then imediantly Mr. Bova was yelling at us that we got D sharp wrong.
During these brief scoldings I always glance at him. I shouldn't even try, when I look at him it always reminds me of that moment that I screwed up on. Besides, crushes come and go.... only his crush lasted for a বছর অথবা so. But its definately over... I think.....
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I'm a pretty antisocial person. No, I am antisocial of my middleschool, Carter Middle school. The place is a living hell for me. For some reasons.......... and ... others... but mostly, the kids are idoits and the teachers don't know anything about teaching.
Mrs. Carr the librarian is the only one who knows what she's doing. Mrs. Carr is a very experienced English teacher who was demoted to being the school librarian. Her little লাইব্রেরি is the only place to escape this wreched place that isn't crowded like the সঙ্গীত room. I rushed to there before the rough crowds.
Before I even before stepped completely through the door I heard a joyful husky voice. " নমস্কার little Ann."
TO BE CONTINUED
adventre
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on ডেস্ক staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on ডেস্ক staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two
