Perfect School by Isabella

My class was stampeding down the hallway from the waterpark to room 413. We were all tired and wet. Our shoes were soaking wet.  They were quaking like ducks as we walked. After we entered the classroom I jet packed to my private island, my hair was blowing in the air because of the speed I was going. As soon as I got to my island I pulled out my marshmallow chair and sat down at my desk. I took a sip of my strawberry banana smoothie and listened for Mr. Smith’s directions. He was roller-blading down the isle of island to his desk to get the worksheet. I was about to step off my island and Mr. Smith tripped over my foot. Oh no, I had lost my voice so I typed in my blue voice automated computer “I’m sorry”. He typed into his green computer “Watch where you’re going please”. I typed backed okay because I didn’t want to get sent to the Spiderman principal. I just knew that he would shoot me with a web and I would not be able to move or speak for a days.       

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