I cant believe that he gave me a detention. All i was doing was sketching my teacher on my textbook. I personally thought that it was pretty life like, but i guess he disagreed. My art teacher said I should work at my talent but then again i suppose she didn't mean during math.
Well i guess i should probably start to head to his room then, it is on the other side of the school and i have only twelve minutos to get there. As i walk along these old fashioned corridors i realize that the classrooms on either side of me are empty. But wait, that's not right its only fourth period there should be at least a few classes in this department, I'm pretty sure that Mr Ads's classroom is at the end of the math department and if i can get there with a few minutos to spare i'm sure that i might be able to finish earlier. The floor is shining in the sun light and although the linoleum floor has a nice clean quality to it the floor around the some of the doors seems to dimmer and it is almost like the shadows them selves are trying to crawl out of those rooms as the other rooms seem to glow with some unearthly light.
Ah at last Mr Ads's classroom is just in front of me. I raise my fist and knock politely on the door. I wait but no-one answers, I knock again but this time the door slowly opens. It isn't like a normal door opens though it didn't balanço open, it kind of crawled open instead. I peered around the corner and saw my teacher standing over a person lying on the floor. No that person isn't lying there. he is dead. The blood from his head is slowly sliding across the spotless floor towards the door that i stand behind. my coração starts to race as my brain begins to catch up. My teacher is a murderer. I pato back into the hallway and cover my mouth in case that i make a noise. My teacher is a MURDERER. What do i do, what do i do. Should i call for help or stay and see what happens. Because i'm only a 13 ano old boy i shouldn't have to deal with this sort of stuff. Heck no-one should have to deal with this. I look around the door frame again and notice that Mr Ad his holding a notepad and a pencil he quietly mutters something to himself and he starts to draw. The blood on the floor seems to retracting into the mans temple and his body seems to be fading.a couple minutos pass and the body has vanished. i gasp for air and Mr Ad looks straight into my eyes.
Well i guess i should probably start to head to his room then, it is on the other side of the school and i have only twelve minutos to get there. As i walk along these old fashioned corridors i realize that the classrooms on either side of me are empty. But wait, that's not right its only fourth period there should be at least a few classes in this department, I'm pretty sure that Mr Ads's classroom is at the end of the math department and if i can get there with a few minutos to spare i'm sure that i might be able to finish earlier. The floor is shining in the sun light and although the linoleum floor has a nice clean quality to it the floor around the some of the doors seems to dimmer and it is almost like the shadows them selves are trying to crawl out of those rooms as the other rooms seem to glow with some unearthly light.
Ah at last Mr Ads's classroom is just in front of me. I raise my fist and knock politely on the door. I wait but no-one answers, I knock again but this time the door slowly opens. It isn't like a normal door opens though it didn't balanço open, it kind of crawled open instead. I peered around the corner and saw my teacher standing over a person lying on the floor. No that person isn't lying there. he is dead. The blood from his head is slowly sliding across the spotless floor towards the door that i stand behind. my coração starts to race as my brain begins to catch up. My teacher is a murderer. I pato back into the hallway and cover my mouth in case that i make a noise. My teacher is a MURDERER. What do i do, what do i do. Should i call for help or stay and see what happens. Because i'm only a 13 ano old boy i shouldn't have to deal with this sort of stuff. Heck no-one should have to deal with this. I look around the door frame again and notice that Mr Ad his holding a notepad and a pencil he quietly mutters something to himself and he starts to draw. The blood on the floor seems to retracting into the mans temple and his body seems to be fading.a couple minutos pass and the body has vanished. i gasp for air and Mr Ad looks straight into my eyes.
In class we had to say if we would be a protagonist or antagonist in what genre? This is what I put.
I would be the protagonist in a realistic-fiction novel because I would want it to be sort of realistic, but not completely. My character's name would be Sage, she would have electric lima, limão green eyes, and fiery red hair. I would want to be Sage because, 1, I amor green eyes, 2, I amor red hair, and 3, I like the names Lily, Luna, and Sage. Sage would have a funky-fun, colorful personality. She wouldn't be perfect, but have enough spunk and spirit to keep moving on. Her favorito color would be an electric blue, and she would amor fried chicken. Her two best friends would be named Luna and Lily.
[i]Sorry if ya didn't like it, it might seem trashy to you, but that's okay! Everyone's got an opinion.
I would be the protagonist in a realistic-fiction novel because I would want it to be sort of realistic, but not completely. My character's name would be Sage, she would have electric lima, limão green eyes, and fiery red hair. I would want to be Sage because, 1, I amor green eyes, 2, I amor red hair, and 3, I like the names Lily, Luna, and Sage. Sage would have a funky-fun, colorful personality. She wouldn't be perfect, but have enough spunk and spirit to keep moving on. Her favorito color would be an electric blue, and she would amor fried chicken. Her two best friends would be named Luna and Lily.
[i]Sorry if ya didn't like it, it might seem trashy to you, but that's okay! Everyone's got an opinion.
French Pancakes
A pancake, smothered in bordo, maple syrup, folded in half twice, topped with triple chocolate ice cream and whipped cream. Quite simple to make. If it's a small shop-bought pancake (Talk about lazy!), then you don't have to fold it over.
Merangue nests
Everyone loves these (Or at least everone that's lived; you haven't lived if you haven't tried one and you're insane if you hate them!) But what to put on/in them? Toffee ice cream, cream and mixed berries.
Chess chocolate cake
A chocolate cake with white iced squares to create a chess board. Use plastic peices to decorate in a checkmate.
Trifle
Budoir fingers, rasberry geléia, geleia with real rassberries trapped inside, custard and cream. What mais can I say?
Keep checking back for main courses, starters, breakfasts and more, but till then, BYE!
A pancake, smothered in bordo, maple syrup, folded in half twice, topped with triple chocolate ice cream and whipped cream. Quite simple to make. If it's a small shop-bought pancake (Talk about lazy!), then you don't have to fold it over.
Merangue nests
Everyone loves these (Or at least everone that's lived; you haven't lived if you haven't tried one and you're insane if you hate them!) But what to put on/in them? Toffee ice cream, cream and mixed berries.
Chess chocolate cake
A chocolate cake with white iced squares to create a chess board. Use plastic peices to decorate in a checkmate.
Trifle
Budoir fingers, rasberry geléia, geleia with real rassberries trapped inside, custard and cream. What mais can I say?
Keep checking back for main courses, starters, breakfasts and more, but till then, BYE!