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New novel my me. Friday, 18 January 2013 @ 23:40 Hi. I made a decision. I want to write another novel. Which came straight from my brain. Yeah. So no biggie thingie actually. Thanks to Choo for supporting. Actually my family donesn't know about this. Ha ha ha. So this is a piece of my newest novel. Well I still didn't finish them, actually. Finding time for that. I ran through the hallway, as fast as I can. SHE’S NEAR. But fortunately she doesn’t recognize me, at all, thank God. I look behind, she’s still there, very close to me. Yes, a few more wuick steps until I reach there, after 10 minutes of flying thorugh the hallways, fighting for my life. Finally, I reach my class! “SHE’S HERE!” I scream loudly and I guess the whole block could hear my voice. All the students ran to their sits and started to pretend reading. Wow, great actors. She enters the class with her aura. A very very very WEIRD aura. “Good morning everyone. I wish all of you to take your sits and please… ready yourselves.” She’s Miss Brown. A 28-years-old woman with a very deep British accent. She’s heavenly beautiful, with her ocean blue eyes and blonde wavy hair and Italian style of wearing, who can reject her? “Now let’s take your attendance. I hope all of you are here.” “Alex, Ashley, David, John, Tiffany…” She mumbles again. “Tiffany Swan…” “I’m here…” I sighed. Like, really?! She still treats us like a 5 years old kid? “Seems like you are not into my class today… Well…” “Miss Brown, can you please excuse me to the washroom? I need to just get my face… washed.” said I. “As you wish, Tiffany. But please, be fast. I am not starting my class till you come back.” Ha ha. So now she knows my dislike of her class? Her class was all about BORING. I ran to the washroom and wash my face. Uh… I went back to class like a dog, tired of pulling my tongue out, tired. “Tiffany, please comfort yourself. Today we will be learning about the Cold War and I wish all of you to write your notes. Please take out your text book.” She started the class and she keeps talking without even asking us if we understand what she’s saying! She may be beautiful but does that count when you’re a teacher? I came up with an idea. Why not? I’ve been missing the feeling of sleeping in class. “Tiffany Swan…” Oh no she caught me sleeping in class. “If you want to sleep, please bring your own mattress to school tomorrow so you could sleep comfortably.” said she. All the students laugh. I stay in silent. “Now, stand in the dustbin.” I stand up lazily and went to the dustbin. Wow, rubbish. Lots of lots of rubbish. I stand in the dustbin for an hour. Then Miss Brown brought me to our principal. CHAPTER TWO “Tiffany Swan… Tiffany Swan… Tiffany Swan…” Mr Frank, our school’s principal is looking through the files for 7^th grade students list. “Well seems like it’s not here or maybe I don’t notice your name. Maybe I should check your name in the computer… But tell me, what’s the reason for you to sleep in class, while the teacher is teaching?” I can’t answer his question. Who knows? Maybe he’ll cut off my head if I answer his question. WHAT DO YOU THINK? THIS IS STILL THE BEGINNING. HA HA HA HA. COMING SOON... 0 Comments: Post a Comment older post ► ◄ newer post	Home About Stuff eMail I'm not the prettiest, but you know what? I'm fabulous. Hardcore EXO fangirl. I love reading all those stuffs. LABEL exo fangirl feelz Contact Here's the links to my social media sites. I'm not always the follow-me-follow-you-back type of person but notify me for a followback! i'm friendly, of course. Advertisements
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New novel my me.

Friday, 18 January 2013 @ 23:40

Hi.

I made a decision. I want to write another novel. Which came straight from my brain. Yeah. So no biggie thingie actually. Thanks to Choo for supporting. Actually my family donesn't know about this. Ha ha ha. So this is a piece of my newest novel. Well I still didn't finish them, actually. Finding time for that.

I ran through the hallway, as fast as I can. SHE’S NEAR. But fortunately she doesn’t recognize me, at all, thank God. I look behind, she’s still there, very close to me.

Yes, a few more wuick steps until I reach there, after 10 minutes of flying thorugh the hallways, fighting for my life. Finally, I reach my class!

“SHE’S HERE!” I scream loudly and I guess the whole block could hear my voice. All the students ran to their sits and started to pretend reading. Wow, great actors.

She enters the class with her aura. A very very very WEIRD aura.

“Good morning everyone. I wish all of you to take your sits and please… ready yourselves.”

She’s Miss Brown. A 28-years-old woman with a very deep British accent. She’s heavenly beautiful, with her ocean blue eyes and blonde wavy hair and Italian style of wearing, who can reject her?

“Now let’s take your attendance. I hope all of you are here.”

“Alex, Ashley, David, John, Tiffany…”

She mumbles again.

“Tiffany Swan…”

“I’m here…” I sighed. Like, really?! She still treats us like a 5 years old kid?

“Seems like you are not into my class today… Well…”

“Miss Brown, can you please excuse me to the washroom? I need to just get my face… washed.” said I.

“As you wish, Tiffany. But please, be fast. I am not starting my class till you come back.”

Ha ha. So now she knows my dislike of her class? Her class was all about BORING.

I ran to the washroom and wash my face. Uh… I went back to class like a dog, tired of pulling my tongue out, tired.

“Tiffany, please comfort yourself. Today we will be learning about the Cold War and I wish all of you to write your notes. Please take out your text book.”

She started the class and she keeps talking without even asking us if we understand what she’s saying! She may be beautiful but does that count when you’re a teacher? I came up with an idea. Why not? I’ve been missing the feeling of sleeping in class.

“Tiffany Swan…” Oh no she caught me sleeping in class.

“If you want to sleep, please bring your own mattress to school tomorrow so you could sleep comfortably.” said she. All the students laugh.

I stay in silent.

“Now, stand in the dustbin.”

I stand up lazily and went to the dustbin. Wow, rubbish. Lots of lots of rubbish.

I stand in the dustbin for an hour. Then Miss Brown brought me to our principal.

CHAPTER TWO

“Tiffany Swan… Tiffany Swan… Tiffany Swan…”

Mr Frank, our school’s principal is looking through the files for 7^th grade students list.

“Well seems like it’s not here or maybe I don’t notice your name. Maybe I should check your name in the computer… But tell me, what’s the reason for you to sleep in class, while the teacher is teaching?”

I can’t answer his question. Who knows? Maybe he’ll cut off my head if I answer his question.

WHAT DO YOU THINK? THIS IS STILL THE BEGINNING. HA HA HA HA.

COMING SOON...

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