some days, i wish life wasn't as real as it is. i wish that people judged you on your kindness and heart than what brand your pants are, like in fairy tales. i wish that you could go on an adventure and fly away to neverland, like Wendy. i wish i got to just jump down a rabbit hole to a world I've always wanted, like Alice. i wish i could just jump into the books I've known as a child. i dream of things like this, every day in fact. some days more than others, but none the less, every day. i want to fly like tinker bell, and soar across the world, i want to look down to see beauty, not look up to see my math teacher.
i sit in the back so no one notices me. i mean, not like anyone does anyway, but i do so the teacher will specifically not notice me. i always have my textbooks and notepad out so it looks as though im paying attention, but i'm in the world of my books. at that specific moment in time, i was right there watching harry kill the bascalius in the chamber of secrets. i felt like i was really there, really, actually in the adventure with harry potter, Ron Weasley, Hermoine Granger, and all the other characters in the harry potter books. that is, until i heard the clunk clunk sound of my science teacher's brown ankle boot tapping on the ground.
"ahem!" she coughed
"uh, yes?" i quietly said.
"what are the properties of hydrogen peroxide, Ms. Jenni Calbeer?" she sternly asked
"what?" i replied
"what are the properties of hydrogen peroxide?!" she yelled so the whole school could hear.
"um, it's a strong oxidizing agent i think." i half-heartedly said.
"actually you are right. but pay attention next time, alright?" she said as she walked away.
few. that was a close one. i reallyt didntcare what she said as i dived right back to where i left off. right. harry was killing the bascalus.
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