Okay see?

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Moving Carpet and I'm Home!

(Third Person)

37 When you walk down the hallways and someone is in front of you say, "Someone move this walking carpet out of my way!" (It was supposed to be in front, not behind.)

Third period, good, at least the time is moving, for now.

Sam looked at the clock, not daring to take her eyes off. Her fingers made a rhythm sound on the desk. She bit her lips, counting down.

Come on just 20 seconds, you can make it.

Why was today all the sudden so slow? The red hand ticked and ticked, the about five seconds it seemed like it stopped and was heading back down, going back. Sam made a fist and slammed it on her desk, and then she looked at the clock, "Tomorrow, we're going to have a harsh conversation."

Then the red hand finally reached to the 12, the bell rung.

Sam scoffed, "Still having a conversation."

She walked out of the class room and looked around the hall ways as if she had never seen it there before. Then a guy about her age walked in front of her, she was just going to ignore him but she remembered the next thing on the list.

She tried to act like she was popular or she tried to act like the guy reeked. "Someone move this walking carpet out of my way!"

The boy behind her and people near her stopped and looked at her. Sam put her hands on her hips, "What this carpet is in the way."

"It's not a carpet, it a kid," A boy said from the side of her.

She glared at him, "So what?" She winked at him and tried to act like she didn't. "He was in my way."

The boy softly said 'oh'. Finally getting what was going on.

The boy that was in front of her moved ahead, like the conversation was so boring he thought he was going to die.

Sam chuckled, "Well now he's out of the way."

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38 Walk in a class and yell, "I'm home!" (I'm having Danny do 39 ;D)

Tucker finally had finished the cleaning and left right away when he heard the bell warning him to move on to the next class.

He grabbed his backpack and dashed out of the room, the next class room was nearby, so he waited by the door so he could perform for the class.

More and more people ignored him and headed into the class room. Finally about the class room was full and the bell was going to ring in about two minutes, so Tucker went ahead and walked in.

He put out his arms like he was going to hug someone and walked slowly into the room, catching people's attention, whispering: What is he doing? I wonder what is next. And stuff like that.

Finally just past the door way he shouted, "I'M HOME!"

The class tried to hold their laughter but they weren't so lucky.

The teacher looked at him and said, "Er… this isn't your house."

"That my friend," Tucker said smoothly, "Is part of the fun."

"Okay…?"

Tucker groaned as if he had failed for something, "Darn it, it sounded so awesome and you ruined it."

Tucker walked to his desk and the teacher stared at him with confusion. "Is this kid for real?" The teacher muttered.

"Yes I am real!" Tucker said, hearing the teacher.

"Yes he is," The teacher groaned.

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There, I know it is short, but it is a chapter.

*Cricket protests*

Is too, now get lost.

*Cricket scoffs*

Don't even go there.

*Cricket whimpers*

That's better…