CLASS 10B
"You could say it's the coolest class, But that would just be bragging and that's Katie's job."
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You remember that first day in secondary school? With the brand new faces of teachers and students. Do you remember the amount of times you walked around your house in ur school uniform in the summer before you arrived because you couldn't quiet believe yet that you where finally going to the big school with the big kids? The smile on your face as you walked in? You where so excited but honestly you where also very scared. Who wouldn't be? There's nothing more intimidating than big kids, not even witches on broomsticks or unicorns can scare you more (who ever said unicorns are nice creatures is a completely liar!!! Those things have horns on their heads and could fudging stab you!!!!!).
I remember my first day. I threw up on the way twice and ate my lunch in the bus ride to school because I stress eat. You could imagine my first impression on everyone. My breath smelling like vomit and a bit of ketchup on my cheek. I had no doubt that I would turn exactly like monstrous Meghan. (Monstrous Meghan went to my primary school, the weird girl who played in the dirt and then ate her pasta with her hands, not washing them of course), but for some insane reason I got myself two amazing bestfrineds and the coolest class I could ask for!
Cheesy I know, but if I could make it, you could too. There is no one more embarrassing than me, I swear. I get picked, 'most likely to fart on national TV' every year.
You know what I just realized? You don't even know my name! How am I to tell you a story of you don't even know my name. FARRA ANDERSON, not FARTA ANASON, even though it's on all my books and carved onto my desk. So I fart a lot, so does everyone, I'm not eating extra beans or anything!
Anyway this is my story. It's main purpose is to make you laugh. The other purpose is because there is this writing competition coming up and I am hell bent on winning.
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Hahahahaha, new book.
'Sup!
In case you are confused, I am not Farrah. Personality wise, sure. But otherwise no. We don't look alike or anything. This is her story, and maybe I have a few Real life situations that have occurred in here too, because they are rather funny. This book is set in Britain. Cuz I'm sorta British and I have no idea how the American or Canadian system works. The dialect will be very British so I am very sorry if you don't understand something, just ask in the comments or I might put definitions at the end of the chapters.
Lots of love and I hope I make you laugh!
Oh, wait. The whole copyright thing. Please do not copy paste my work and put it down as your own. I have worked really hard on this (it's not easy typing and watching out for your bust stop at the same time. I'm not good at multi-tasking), so please no copying. You guys are all really nice so I doubt that will be a problem.
Okay, now I say goodbye.
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