So, between the two books I am writing, I never talk about my life. Now I figured out the problem. MY LIFE IS BORING!!!!! None of you would be interested in school, homework, academy, homework, academy... right! (I feel so sorry for myself) Why start writing now? Dunno, I just feel like it. Maybe I can write about how I hate math, or about my war of the bully and the bomb. so I guess I would write about both. First, I hate math. Unfortunately, I am the only kid who actually goes to academies in my entire school, so the teachers depend on me to have the answer. I hate it! The only reason I go to the school because I can say stuff like "You need to study" or "GEEZ! work!" or stuff like that. Now my life full of wars. I was at war with about four guys. At least I had a poster, two friends to help. I was determined to keep my record of never doing a fist fight in my elementary, so I did harmless things like putting thumb thwacks under their chairs, not helping them with academics, locking them inside a cupboard, etc., etc. Finally, I won the war. Now they pay me tribute with gummy bears and candy. I get two bags of bears, a bagful of candy, and a bow from the four every week.
P.S. most of the details of the war was exaggerated, exept for the part about about the math and the not helping, and winning. But I do get the tribute as well.
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