kindergarten earlier than most kids, that’s why I’ll be the only 8 year-old fourth
grader in my entire district.
As I walked off the bus and into school, loads of emotions were running
through me. I was excited to meet new people, I was nervous to see how big
the school was, But most of all I was curious as to why I had that dream. I tried
to enjoy my day, but I couldn’t stop pondering about my nightmare.
As I walked away from my bus stop and towards my house, I wanted to
scream to the world about how excited I was. On the bus ride home I made a
new friend. His name was Jake. I started sprinting to tell my mother, but as I
rammed the door I found that I was home alone. I went to my mom’s room,
back down the growing hall and, oh-no, my nightmare is becoming reality.
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