This morning I was woken by my dog barking its head off and
Mum shouting worriedly “Get up, you will be late for school!” I jumped out of
bed and got a bucket of water to collect seven coffee coloured eggs and the
milk from the cows.
The sound of the piercing school bell rang to tell me it was
time for me to do some work with that cranky teacher. We jostled, shoved and
lined up to go into class. The wooden desks were joined together. To my left
were the boys sitting up straight. To my right were the lonely desks that were
spares. In front of me was grumpy Miss Black and behind me was the fire burning
away. The piercing sound of Miss Black scraping her finger nails across the
dirty blackboard hurt my ears.
By Annalise
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