Friday, May 24, 2019

An Episode of My Life- Life of a Grade 8 Student Essay

I woke up in the middle of the night subsequently the weird noise coming from my brother Jakes room. It was his alarm that made such noise. He has an important high school exam today. Apparently he thought that having a fire drill sound as his alarm tune would surely wake him up, it did but it woke all of us up.After lastly be able to sleep again, I woke up around eight oclock. I was thirty minute later from the clock time when I usually wake up.It is Wednesday, June 27th. The weather was extremely beautiful and warm, a typical June weather in L.A. After having breakfast and a nice cup of ice tea, I got ready for school.Today was the last day of school so I treasured to enjoy it. I put on an over- sized sweatshirt and paired it with ripped faithful jeans while grabbing a pair of sneakers. I was never allowed to wear such kind of stuffs in school, apparently my school is private and plainly accepts proper train code. My dads driver drove me to school today because I was rele ase to be late. Usually I just walk to school since it only takes me ten minutes.Around nine thirty, I arrived at school. I entered through the front door and saw the crowd surrounding a seventh grader that was being bullied by a bully. This actually happened a lot after he arrived to our school. His name is Thomas Thomson and had been called names ever since last year. He was a deliver off and had a bad attitude. The bully was Joe Kinderson. He always bullies younger graders and was expelled twice in one year. The only reason he is still here is because of his dad, the president of Kinderson Company. His dads company founded our school and that is why our schools name is Roy Kinderson Academy.Being in a private school had never been what I wanted. If I hadnt fail grade five, I would still be in Rosemary public school that can give me at least freedom. That was not bad enough, because I got a D on two of my subjects for the past two semesters, I will have to be send to a boarding school in England and live with my aunt Frowny after summer break. Aunt Frownys actual name is Juliana Frowren Williams. My brother and I gave her the moniker Frowny since she further smiles to us.First period was supposed to be French but Ms. Lewis our homeroom teacher decided to change it into science so she can give us a review quiz on what we learned this year. Our French teacher Madam Garcia was one of the nicest teachers in grade eight due to the fact that she barely gave us any homework and that she always has a big bright smile on her face.Since today was the last day of school, we only had to stay in school until after lunch. We had recess after first period. My two best friends Trina and Elisa were with me along some other girls. They think that going to school in England will be a fairy tale but for me its definitely not.Lunch was pizza and fruit salad. We had to help clean out the classroom before lunch.Around one oclock we were about(predicate) to leave. I knew it w ould be the last time I ever see my friends and teachers so I left hand early. I didnt want to get emotional since I was known as a girl who never cries. I will really fall behind my school but I can still contact people from my school using Facebook.I got home a quarter to two. Took a shower stall and watched TV until my mom went home. She made me to go shopping with her and buy new cloths for tomorrow. Tomorrow is our family Frienbely day. It was a unique holiday my parents thought about when I was five. They wanted to celebrate the coming of summer break by hanging out with Jake and I as friends for a wholly day. We thought it was cool at that time but that was because we were young.As we were on our way to the mall, I had to severalise my mom how my day went. I told her about the practice fire drill we had today and the whole morning of cleaning. She asked me if I took memorable pictures with any of my teachers and friends but I said I would still visit them in the summer.T he afternoon turned to be a disaster to me. I accidently went off to the wrong escalator and ended up bumping into the set where they were shooting a music video. The camera caught me spilling coffee onto my pants by accident and broadcasted it on the big cover in the mall. The embarrassing thing wasnt this but my mom. She shopped at my favorite store and bought the exact same cloth I was wearing. She though it would be fun and would be perfect for tomorrows Frienbely day. Because my mom withdrawn five of her credit cards last hebdomad without knowing, my brother Jake had to come over to pay for her bills. He laughed so hard at both of us and laughed even harder when he saw the big screen playing over my coffee spilling moment.Around seven thirty in the afternoon, my family went out for dinner after my dad returned from work. We had dinner at a celebrated Spanish restaurant since my mom is half Spanish. The restaurant wasnt famous because of its extraordinary taste but by its reaso nable price and its interesting line of battle of tables.Dad bought cloths for the frienbely day as well. He told his secretary to get the same outfit that matched with the cloths Jake bought last week. I was going to laugh at Jake to get mainstay at him, but I thought I would save it for the next time he makes fun of me.After we got home just before football team oclock, I found Jakes new girlfriend waiting for him by the back door of our house. Jake didnt tell mom and dad about his new girlfriend because he just broke up with his ex- girlfriend last week and their relationship only lasted for two days. I didnt tell mom and dad about Jakes new girl friend because they promised me to buy me a new CD that mom banned me from listening to. They were going to sing at the karaoke club with a bunch of friends to have fun and relax after their two months of studying.I went to bed at two AM in the morning. The new video game I bought last week kept me from sleeping early. After five minut e, I slept soundly with a ideate that led me to the uncertainness of tomorrow.

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