Today we had to read a story called Mustard for Marli or something weird like that in history, because we were learning about historical fiction and how it relates to historical non-fiction and blah blah blah. Anyway, the reason I am writing about this is because I fell asleep while the teacher droned on about the story, and I was awoken by a sharp prick on my back with Kayla's pencil. As I turned around to see what she wanted and why she poked me so painfully, I heard a deep grumbly voice coming from the front of the classroom. It was my history teacher, Mr. Quacko.
"Care to join us, Miss Sebado? Or would you rather dream about ponies in sparkly rainbow land?"
As he stared at me, I concentrated on my desk, trying not to burst into tears.
That's all for now... I'll tell the rest of the story when I am feeling better :(
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