CONTINUATION TO Never Smoke While Driving Especially if it’s a Jeep

It was the 28 of July as I stepped in front of my school gates. The bell rang. I gulped. The homework had all been in my bag which was currently in the stranded plane fallen on the near runway number 8 in the JVK New York airport. I had to hand in today and I nothing in my hands. My bag was quite empty with only a pencil box and 3 school books as I had left everything in school. I walked quietly into school as my best friend Vir came to me and punched me in the shoulder. He looked at my glum face and started laughing. I understood that he thought I was doing the impression of a nearby teacher but I just shook my head. I mean this was serious. I was just going to become the world’s first big steak and was going to be roasted on the schools greasy fire. I explained the problem to Vir and he said that all of this was a joke. I showed the note my mother had given saying about the accident and the homework. As I walked into class I heard a few whispers and people were pointing towards me. As I sat down and slowly unpacked my bag a girl stood up and walked up towards the teachers table and whispered to the teacher. The teacher stood up and said “everybody pile up your English and Geography homework on my desk now. And I believe you have science, math, and computer homework. So pile them up in three piles and somebody go give it to the respective teachers. Others who have not brought their work pile their diaries. Nobody got up and I slowly advanced to the teacher’s desk piled up my diary and gave her the note. She read it, stuffed in her desk and loomed over me. She told the class to be quiet and she called me outside. As she came out of the door she turned shape and in no time there was a dragon waiting to devour me. I felt my pockets and saw that my ruler that had been in my left pocket had turned into a sword and I was battling the dragon alone. I slashed and I swayed the sword in protection. I was losing ground and suddenly I felt the wall. Then I saw the staircase and dashed down. As I reached down I fell because I missed a step and I could feel the fire.

Actually all this was just a figment of my imagination and the teacher took me to see the principal and told me to wait outside. The guards tied me up and put a tape on my mouth. I could see them shake hands and cackle. The teacher came outside and told me that it was fine and she understood the problem but I would have to finish my work by the weeks end. She also said I had to sweep the floors as a punishment. I thought I had got off easily. Boy was I wrong.

The arrow came in math. When our math teacher came into class she looked me with scary eyes and for the nest 15 minutes she shouted the hell out of me. Well that’s just life isn’t it?