first, facts:
no walkers at this school.
your way home?
ride the bus
get picked up by your mom or dad at Car Riders (the fancy early-leavers club)
or stay at ASP till 2pm or later
now, the story.
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first, in Ms. R’s class, we signed our third-grade memory books.
everyone just wrote their names. normal stuff.
except for A.
he signed:
"A, the all holly."
not “all holy.” all holly — like the christmas plant.
festive energy, not divine.
second, in the hallway, a kid was walking and then—he fell.
no warning. just down he went.
everyone laughed like it was a comedy show:
"ha ha ha ha HAHAHAHA!!!”
he stayed down, probably plotting revenge on floors.
third, on the afternoon bus, a girl found some plastic on the floor—a fork wrapper—and ate it.
like a snack.
when we stared, she said:
"it’s not that bad.”
girl, that was floor plastic.
special shoutout:
this chaos brought to you by Your Final Destination to Beauty, proudly sponsored by me.
because if school is wild, at least your hair and nails don’t have to be.
conclusion:
this school is a sitcom.
i’m just here for the crazy episodes.
someone get me a makeover and a snack.
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