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Being Late for School

Being late

My class teacher being the scariest of people was why I hated being late for school; at a desperate attempt to run towards the next bus stop, It has engrained my memory and it’s honestly one of my proudest moments haha! I mean I almost lost a lung having to run that far, but my english teacher(Mr.Mcswain) and I lived in the same district so we took the same bus! So after I told the tale, we had a pretty good laugh.

And hey, I wasn’t late for school that day!…even though I had been late a few times- I honestly will never know why that bus left me; am I that small???

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