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 The Pain Today was the first day of school. The only day I hate in my whole life. It was the day bad luck usually came to me. In grade 2, I dropped my hot lunch on my homework. In grade 1, I slipped on the stairs and broke an ankle. I lived in Beirut next to the school I went to. It was a private school. I was getting dressed when my mom yelled, “Come on Raami.” I went to the kitchen and started breakfast. After breakfast I brushed my teeth and went to the entrance, ready to go to school. I told my mom, “I don’t feel like going to school because I think something bad will happen to me.” My mom said, “Don’t worry. Nothing will happen to you. Besides, you have to go to school.” I didn’t like what my mom said, but I think she was right. I opened the door and started off to school. My mom would let me walk to school by myself. I have a trusting mom, a nice mom, and a fun mom. I love her. My dad is rarely ever in the country. He is usually at work in Dubai, Egypt, or China. I was entering the class now. This was in 3rd grade. The teacher seemed very nice. Her name was Miss Founouni. She first told us where to find all the stuff in the class. Then she gave us our books that we needed and other equipment that she had to give us. She taught us a bit of math and had us do activities. Then, when we had done everything we needed to do for those three periods, she said, “Recess time!” We lined up and headed for recess. On the playground there was nothing very interesting for me, so I decided to play tag. I was playing tag and having so much fun. I was ‘it’ and I tagged someone else and I started running while looking behind me at the person trying to tag me. Bang! The next thing I know, I was lying down on the floor. I tasted blood in my mouth. I heard people saying around me, “Are you okay, Raami?” The next second I saw myself in the nurse’s office. I asked the nurse, “What happened? One second I was playing tag and now I’m in you’re office?” “You were playing tag and then you hit the wall and got unconscious and that is why you are in my office now,” she replied I left the office and returned to class. My teacher told me to go home and that she called my mom. And that was how my first day in grade 3 ended. Article posted January 30, 2008 at 06:47 AM • comment (2) • Reads 487 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments  Nice story!! I hope nothing happened this year... or last year!
Comment Posted on June 10, 2008 at 10:31 AM by
Yassmina Hadid Now I understand why you don't play soccer on the roof. Almost paid for it with your life.
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 About the Blogger I am Raami. I am in fifth grade. I like math and computer. Latest 10 Comments: |
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