Perfect School by Leah

The rusty steamboat wedged into the sandy shore.  I hover off the rusty boat. The immense heat roasted my body.  The roaring bell flows roughly through my eardrums.  “Oh no” I moan “its lunchtime already?! I know I’m late, but I didn’t know I was this late!” I rush toward the door so I don’t get trampled by noisy kids. I was too late! A stampede of hollering kids scamper toward the tables scattered everywhere across the warm sand. I feel kids shoving and pushing me in the back. I leap out of the crowd. A wave of warm sand falls everywhere on my body. I pull myself up and sprinkle off the sand. A. group of rich snobby girls whisper to each other, and snicker. “Look who slept in 3 hours late this morning!” They snicker again. Their high-pitched voices pierce my ears. I roll my eyes. “Jerks” I say under my breath. I catapult towards the front doors. Once I was in the hallway, I noticed everything was quiet.  It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I pour down the hall trying to find my classroom. My flip flops echo in the quite hallway. Across the lime green wall are multiple posters saying stuff like “Go Math!”  , “School is fun!” and “Never quit on learning!” I spot my classroom.  The way I can tell which classroom is which is because every classroom is shaped differently. Some classrooms are shaped like a triangle some are shaped like a pentagon and some are shaped like a hexagon. My teacher Ms. Rosemary is far off perfect. Everything she does is perfect. All the clothes she wears look perfect on her. Even when she messes up she messes up perfectly. I think she is too perfect in my taste. I sneak into the classroom.  “Hello my child” Ms. Rosemary says in a soft voice. She has multiple papers on her desk.  I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. “Aren’t you going say something?” she laughs in a cheerful tone.  “Well uhh I have a tardy pass and my homework and I wanted to give it to you” I mutter. I walk over to her desk and place my homework and my tardy pass on her mess of papers. “Thank you. Now get to lunch before it’s over!” she says not looking up from her desk. I flew to the door. I grab my lunch box and rush towards the front doors. The rest of the day zoomed by. If this school wasn’t perfect I would be toast.

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