9.
I get off the bus and take a deep breath. I have a slight doubt in my mind that I’ll get caught by my teacher. My classmates and I walk into class ready to be evaluated. Some of them actually kept their egg children intact. And some of them just straight told our teacher that their eggs were either lost, broken, or eaten. When he was doing rounds, he was getting closer and closer to my desk. My heart was pounding through my chest. I was lowkey sweating a little bit. But kept it cool, calm, and collected. Game time.
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handle with care
8. I left the egg in my room overnight. That way my teacher wouldn't know it had been chilling in the fridge. My drawn on stamp was still looking sharp. I actually think I might get away with this. I take my shower and brush my teeth. Get dressed and get ready to go to the bus stop. Just like the other day, I'm on my P's and Q's. No horseplay. Although, many would think it's unlikely my classmates would be rowdy at 7 in the morning. You would be surprised though. I really hope I get away with this.
By Robbie Bale11 months ago in Poets
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