"Today is my birthday! It's going to be a great day! I'm finally 11!" I kept telling myself. Except I have to go to school and I have the worst teacher ever. Her name is Mrs.Price AKA the devil (as I like to call her)
Just to start this "Perfect" day off right I fell off my bike on the way to school and now what is the point of smiling. Today is going to be horrible.
"Put it on!!!"
"NO ITS NOT!!"
I limped the rest of the way to school. I finally got to Mrs.Price's class. We did some stupid math, then right in the middle of our math lesson Mrs.P went outside grabbed the most ugliest,destroyed,puke looking sweater.
Mrs.Price holds up this ugly red sweater as if it was a trophy and says "Whose is this? It's been in the cubbies for a month, somebody claim it!" then she stares at me for what felt like a million years.
Then she says "Rachel it's yours I know it is put it on right now!" I snap back "Mrs.Price this isn't even my sweater so I'm not putting it on and if the Principal heard you you wouldn't even be a teacher!!" Then Mrs.Price gave me the "Mom stare" and yelled "RACHEL THAT IS NOT HOW YOU TALK TO A ADULT! I AM THE TEACHER YOU ARE THE STUDENT!" Mrs.Price screamed.
"I ain't putting on a strangers sweater and you can't make me..." I said under my breath. So now i'm sitting in ISS on my birthday. This has officially been the worst day of my life.