ummm...namaskar?
*retake*
yo people! Hope you are fine. I am obivuously better than you. So ... Oi. Waito.
*retake*
fishy-fish, exams are getting to me. Tension is raining over here.
(scratching the back of my head.) i am such a drama wait. Listen-o , first point first, this is comedy. Slice of life. To people knew to fanfiction net, this is an author's note.
oh god, am i serious?
disclaimer: i DEFINATELY own this story and the characters.
my science teacher is an apostle for this story( shame, shame, you wont even clap?) she will be referred as 'she' because i am to young to go to jail.
this is the longest note i have written, and this will contain all the feels. It will not be a filler story, and there will be twists of my own. No promises.
an exciting turn, this one will have choices. Choose something, it may lead to respect+ , teacher behaves more excellently with you...wrong choice,respect- and youmight die...cause it will turn into adventure. Still comedy. Done.
and know you may clap.( because, yay! Speech over!)
VALEDICTORIAN
being in school is an exceptional challenge, we students must be awarded. It is a railway track in there. One wrong move, you are squashed. (ouch) you struggle with your gruesome thoughts.
you call the janitor to wash the gruesome thoughts off my brain. He grumbled, but then, isn't grumbling his middle name?
\missy, you don't even know his main name./ your brain pounds.
*don't you sass me in my thoughts , dumbo.*
/oh yeah, one move and you drop dead, numbskull./
* funny who is saying, isn't it , you NuMbSkUlL?*
a teacher pops up from nowhere.
" good morning,-( here comes whatever your name is )"
you- 1) say good morning sweetly and ask how is she. (2) say good morning and run off.
1) you bow deep in respect and reply her with a butter smooth voice.
her tone turns full of malice, and rough.
"put them in my class, " she points towards a room nearby, and thumps 500 pound bags on your shoulders and walks away, heels clicking, leaving a poor dear, price o butter baffled. You hear her say, "foolish child."
conclusion:sweetness causes diabetes.
[ the teacher is now your French teacher , sugandha. Respect-]
(2) you say good morning and run away. You hear her buttery tone, " oh the sweet, poor child..."
[the teacher is now your French teacher, sugandha, respect up!]
i know, i will get a rough time writing this one. Please applaud my effort. ( kidding) certain people reading this fic can get irritated, let me tell you about a cute little box down. It says' review' click on it, type your name or pen name,write a comment and post.*sigh*