A.N. Am I just the worst eleven year old on the planet or what? I know I havn't updated this story since, maybe April I think or March...I dont know! I do have reasons I'd like to share though (hehe that's kind of funny) to explain for this delema.
First- I completly forgot about this story, which is kind of sad.
Second- I got to caught up in my story 'Sincerely, Sonny' to care about anything else.
Third- I was in my first production (Musical, but its onstage and the shows are over now :oc) and that takes ALOT of work (twelve hours a day! Plus the practise at home for lines and stuff)
And which is why, this week there will be a chapter for this story everyday! Well, or atleast untel the stories done (which will be about three chapters or so :D)
So finally I present the next chapter of 'The Fifth Grade Mind'! Yay! I'm awsome AGAIN!
Kennedy laid there in the hospitol bed, bored out of her mind, staring at the clock for it to hit noon and for her to be out of this place! It was only seven thirteen in the morning. Kennedy sighed, hating herself for her body to get used to waking up at six to get ready for school.
She had heard no news at all about how Ms. Monroe (Or Mrs. Cooper, in about a month) was doing. It worried her. 'Oh why'd I have to go and beleive I had an 'uncle'.' she thought about every five seconds. It killed her, and Kennedy wanted to punch that guy so much that when ever she thought of it, sweat and steam would litterly come out of her and docters rushed in to see the problem (they didn't come so quick anymore though).
She dicided she'd try to go back to sleep, ignoring the sirens and footsteps of docters and the squicky cart beds that rolled right. By. Her. Door. She laid down and closed her eyes, breathing slowly and listening to the sound of the clock. Tik, Tok. Tik, Tok. The sound made her think of Kesha right away and her stupid idea of creating the song tik tok. Remembering the song and its up beat rythum got her even more awake than before and she groaned when She heard rushing footsteps towards her room.
'Stupid Docters', Kennedy thought.
Her door swung open and she bolted right up.
"Ms. Monroe?" The woman smiled nervously. "Um, hey can we hide here?"