(Powerpoint is on edmodo)
 
 
 
Ok so I was reading this poetry book in the playground and I looked up and saw Vicki Streeton (that girl from my dream) walking towards me. Alone!! Usually she has a bunch of girls withs faces like half chewed Mars bars following her or some stupid jock chatting her up, but this time there was no-one!
Then I kept ignoring her so she left and I was left alone :(

In my Wood work class Mr Borax started yelling at me and asking me what a bunch of tools were, which was easy as pie!!! I made him look like a fool, I mean as soon as he asked what something was I shot the answer straight at him!! It was hilarious. Then he made fun of me and banned me from all the tools except the sand paper. And then he sent me out of class so I guess I desserve the punishment.  
 
Second day of school,
I woke up this morning and my bed was wet, it turns out (from reading a booklet Mum gave me) that it was a wet dreamfrom dreaming about someone! (some girl in my maths class) I can't believe it I'm not ready for this stuff, I'm only 12 and 3 quarters.

The first couple of weeks went pretty smoothly, I did all my homework, stayed out of trouble and learnt the name of the girl in my maths class, the girl in that dream. For two weeks I was almost invisible. Not even the class dags would talk to me. No-one knew the new kid from the city. 
 
First day of School,
My first day of Highschool was terrible, first off at brekky Mum and Sarge were worried whether I would be ready for my first day at school, they were saying 'This is going to be hard for you', 'You won't know anyone... not a soul'.

At school in the morning it didn't get any better in fact it got worse. These two boys got a jar of Vegemite and a paint brush and put all the Vegemite in my underwear. Then in my maths class the teacher made fun of me in front of the whole class, it was soo embarrassing!!
Then Sarge came to pick me up from school in the cop car then as we drove off he slapped on the sirens. I got ready to lay down and die in front of everyone.
First day and my life's over.

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