it was a Friday morning and I had gotten up early to go to orchestra. I opened the classroom door to find a substitute teacher and then I knew it would be a very long hour for me. Whatever, I didn’t care. I walked in and took a seat next to my friend Amber. I tried to open the latches on my case but as usual, they were stuck, so Amber helped me. I flipped it open and plucked the strings of my viola. “oh no!” I said. It was completely out of tune! ” I just wish Mr.Berezney was here”
- Poor Bob
- the pink empty bicycle fired through all the bubbles>……………….. {i don’t really know how cause the bikes empty but whatever}
Joelle, I can relate to your story. Some days are just bound to be that way. Keep up the good writing!
thank you!