This is my beginning. My life flashes before my eyes.Never realize what was standing in front of me. By not knowing anything I said it as just a dream. Dreaming about what were my middle and my end of my life. I never figure out what it was because the morning rise.
This is my middle as I get up I see the sun light. I think what my day is going to would I have a good day or a bad day. Would I learn more things then yesterday or not? Would I be the best or the worse. But I thought about my friends and what should we on this day. Would it be fun or burning? Would we get in trouble or not.
This is my end. Almost the end of the day at school.Talk to one of my teacher how it feel to come to school every day. It fee like I come to work every day with on pay and we got in trouble for stupid stuff. So that’s why I really don’t care if I got in trouble some days.
SERENA HILT
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