Stories

Last Day Of School

by Gloria C. , Grade 7

I stand right in front of Mrs. Hamilton, blood rising and cheeks burning with fear.  I have never realized what Mrs. Hamilton was like when she was angry.  I turned and looked right into her beautiful hazel brown eyes.  I could see that she was furious with me, but I didn’t know why.

“Miss. Chloe, do you know why I told you to stay after class?”  Mrs. Hamilton asked.

“No, Mrs. Hamilton I don’t know why you told me to stay after class.”  I muttered softly. 

“I told you to stay after class because I’ve been noticing that your grades have dropped tremendously and I wanted to know why.”

“Mrs. Hamilton I didn’t know that my grades were dropping, I just know that I wasn’t trying as hard as I did in the beginning of the year.”  I replied with tears in my eyes.  Mrs. Hamilton then told me that if I didn’t bump up my grade she would have to tell my parents that I needed to go to summer school.  That’s when I sprinted out of the room.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!  My alarm clock screamed into my ear.  I slowly picked myself out of bed and trudged to the bathroom.  Once I closed the bathroom door, I looked at myself into the mirror.  Man, I look horrible!  I thought to myself.  Then I realized there was only two more full weeks of school!!  I then quickly brushed my teeth and went to the closet and pulled out my favorite dark- blue- jean shorts with a pretty pink blouse on top.  After I’ve gotten changed I put my brunette colored hair in a high ponytail, hair brushed out with a comb and hands tweaking with a hair tie.  I quickly traveled downstairs and grabbed my breakfast.  The next thing I knew, I was out the door.

When I reached school I saw Rebecca, one of my many friends, standing and waving at me from a distance.  Rebecca had long dirty blonde hair that was pulled up into a messy bun that was braided on the side.  I walked towards Rebecca, my hand waving with excitement.  Rebecca and I walked down the glass window hallway, shimmering and sparkling, leading us to Mrs. Hamilton's classroom.  Mrs. Hamilton’s classroom was my absolute favorite room of all times!!  The classroom had a bunch of language art posters, even though Mrs. Hamilton was a social studies teacher, and a bunch of funny little inspirational quotes, hanging all over the wall. Everything had a specific label on them and all of her materials were stored up in a big closet with many drawers inside. Once Rebecca and I reached Mrs. Hamilton's classroom we quickly, but quietly sat in our assigned seats. Mrs. Hamilton then came into the room, strolling and whistling.  Soon, class started and Mrs. Hamilton started talking about other countries, such as Australia.  An hour passed by really fast and soon it was time to go.  Everybody instantly grabbed their folders and hustled out the door.  I was on my way out the door when Mrs. Hamilton stopped me from leaving.

“Miss. Chloe, do you know why I told you to stay after class?”  Mrs. Hamilton asked.

“No, Mrs. Hamilton I don’t know why you told me to stay after class.”  I muttered softly. 

“I told you to stay after class because I’ve been noticing that your grades have dropped tremendously, and I wanted to know why.”

“Mrs. Hamilton I didn’t know that my grades were dropping, I just know that I wasn’t trying as hard as I did in the beginning of the year.”  I replied with tears in my eyes.

“Well, if you don’t bump your grades up, than I’m afraid you will have to go to summer school.”  That’s when I sprinted out the door.

Two weeks past on by really quickly and it was finally the very last day of school! I was extremely excited to show Mrs. Hamilton my grades because I knew that they were really good. I scurried like a mouse to Mrs. Hamilton’s class and handed her my report card.

“Wow Chloe all A’s, that’s AMAZING,I’m so proud of you!”  Mrs. Hamilton replied with excitement.

“Thanks, Mrs. Hamilton, I’m really proud of myself too!” Just then Rebecca came into the room.  School was now over and Rebecca and I had to go, so we waved goodbye to Mrs. Hamilton and went on our way.  “This year wasn’t so bad after all.” I thought to myself.

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