Hi my names Alia I’m 11 years old this July, well I better get on with my story this is how it goes. This morning, I strolled throughout the winding path of the crooked park. Before I knew it I had to skip my way to school again. At last I made it to school I wanted to leave (theirs these bullies, they bully me throughout the day.)
Hopefully, my best friend will be able to join me in maths today. My math tutor Miss Lanky is so strict I sometimes wish I could just click my fingers and I’ll be gone out of this mad class, it’s always crazy, mad etc… After that Lacey came up to me to ask me why I’m so rich (I’m the richest person in the whole school, that we know of.)
Later that day, Mr Cocktail our PE teacher taught us how to do basketball some of us had to enter a competition luckily I didn’t have to. To be honest my inspires in sport are: Gymnastics and Netball a few others that I can’t remember.
Lacey saw me being bullied again she stuck up for me and told them to leave me alone because I’m special, “are you alright Alia”
“ye I’m fine Lacey, it’s just that I’m fed up with all this ugh can’t they just give up all ready”
“”well unfortunately that’s how life works”
“well life ain’t fair” I stropped.
hope u enjoyed part 1 the intro but part 2 is about her coma strike comment and vote thx its quite short but heyho xx
