Fourth Period: Art
g) Sketch
Dear Ms. Haruna
Lemme give you a sketch of how it happened. First, it was so not my fault. That jerk... er... mean person was in my way on purpose. I mean, it's like it's his mission in life to destroy mine, y'know? Jeez.
So anyway, I got up this morning feeling pretty good. C'mon, it's not every day I wake up before my alarm goes off. That's about where the good stuff stopped.
I tried to make breakfast, but my toast burnt and it was the last slice. So I poured myself a bowl of cereal, but we'd run out of milk. Mum needs to go shopping.
Anyhoo, I figured since it was still early I'd swing by the arcade and grab myself a healthy milkshake to keep my energy levels up during the day. I bought it to go from Andr... er... the arcade owner, who was really nice and gave me a double scoop of ice cream. We got a talkin', as you do with cute... er... friendly arcade owners, and before I knew it, time had run out on me. Don'tchya just hate it when that happens? I realised I was going to be late unless I skedaddled, so I raced out with my take-away milkshake, and that's when I ran into the jerk... er... mean person. I swear, he was waiting at that corner for me. I swear. My milkshake spilled all over me so I had to go back and change my uniform, and that's why I'm late.
True story.
So, like, this detention's been going for ages now, and the apology letter's written. Oops, did I actually apologise? Sorry.
Can I go now?
From,
Serena
