We had maths first period today. It was boring and I had a headache. Suddenly we heard a strange noise. I turned around and saw a red helicopter outside. I quickly took my notebook out of my bag and started writing, hoping for a miracle to happen. I clearly imagine how someone would knock on the door, open it and say, "Pleshcheva Sonya your helicopter is here and your dad is waiting for you outside. Please pack your stuff and get to the parking lot as quick as possible."
Everyone would look at me with astonishment and I would smile at them. Then I would leave and run towards the helicopter. My dad would wait for me there and soon we would be high up in the air. I would look back at my school and feel sorry for these that are left there to study. We would go to Montenegro and maybe around the world. But...
The helicopter left, Maths ended and... Nothing happened.
Everyone would look at me with astonishment and I would smile at them. Then I would leave and run towards the helicopter. My dad would wait for me there and soon we would be high up in the air. I would look back at my school and feel sorry for these that are left there to study. We would go to Montenegro and maybe around the world. But...
The helicopter left, Maths ended and... Nothing happened.
Man, you make it sound as if school is prison. Its not THAT bad right? On youtube I have a video (aproximentlly 25 seconds of my classmates dancing, and I uploaded the video IN CLASS! School is more like a rather good place to me (sometimes).
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