As a middle schooler, you don't know much. All you know is that the world in front of you is new and exciting, and that the girl next to you covers her face with too much makeup and that the boy next to her talks too much and much too loudly. When one that is in middle school realizes that the world in front of them is not in fact theirs, they tend to act out, strike out at those closest to them, and then are left alone to look upon the damage they wreaked. Now, that took a turn for the drastic, didn't it? Well, this is the Sarcastic Learnings of a Middle Schooler, and maybe you too can learn a thing or two.
The alarm went off for the fifth time and I groaned. The clock read 7:15 and I was running ten minutes late. Greeeeat. Rise and shine and go to school and drag your feet, I thought. I got up and prepared for the battlefield.
Unicorns can fly, right? I mean they're fake, but them flying is kinda stretch... Nighttime thoughts pale in comparison to the thing that is daydreaming. Kids all over do it every day while their teachers drone on and on about... Wait what class am I in?
"Dude, pay attention!" my dear friend, Kk, told me. Dang teachers pet...
"And stop doodling!" second teacher's pet...
"Fine..." I replied, but not before TP2 grabbed my paper and erased my pretty unicorn.
"Heeeeyyyy, I was working on that!" I whined like a freaking seven year-old.
Keep on swimming, keep on swimming, I thought to myself and grabbed my paper back. Right, pronouns. We're learning about pronouns... Pronouns... Pronouns? More like Not-Pro-Nouns, right? I mean ,like, people are pronouns, and they're not perfect, so pro? More like imperfect! Hah! Take that English! I win! I win! I win! I wi- my inner victory party was cut off my a cough and a glare from the tall teacher. Tt. Perfect.
"Ms. Fang, would you like to answer the question?" She said as she angrily tapped her foot on the floor in an exaggerated motion.
My eyes bugged out of my head, my steady breathing halted, and well, to sum it up I looked like a complete idiot.
No turning back, right?
"I really wouldn't."
Did I actually say that? I'm such a bad kid, yeah look at m- is she giving me the eyebrow?
I'm screwed.
Lesson 1: There is turning back. Especially with the teachers.
AN:
Hello! This is Fossa here and um, thanks for reading the story; I'll try to update soon! Thanks for reading and reviews are welcome!
P.s. I know this was short, but the next ones might be longer or shorter; might even have multiple lessons in one chapter just cause.
Bai!
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