First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1320355435/ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1379969055/ Chapter 21: I sighed as I sat down in my seat and took out my math textbook. I opened to page 67. Everyone was saying, "Six... Seven...!" I hated 67. It's just the height of a basketball player! "Just $hut Up" I murmured to myself. Clearly someone heard me and told on me, or Mr.s Johnstonia heard me because 5 secs later she was yelling at me to go to the principles office. Why? People say that all the time. In her FACE. Without getting in trouble. I mean, Yes, she wants us to grow up in a healthy environment, BUT IT'S NOT THAT BAD. She quieted everyone else down and I sighed as I walked out the door. Why am I so pathetic? I walked dully and slumped down the hallway and took a turn. But then I smiled. I wouldn't have to do math.
