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My Homework Entry Jules Zea-Joya

Maybe she’ll smile at me for trying my best. Even if she did, my homework entry would be as bad as a million bee stings. My classmates would do so much better than me, writing about a classic historical novel, a thick nonfiction war story, or a survival, life or death thriller. But no, I had to write about a graphic novel. I tossed and turned, and looked at my clock on the dark, smooth bed stand. I woke up way too early, and was waiting for my dog, Coco, to run up to my bed and wake me up. Soon I heard scampering, and he jumped on my bed, barking like crazy as if yelling, “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” I turned away from him as he tried to lick my face. I turned away again when he found my face. I turned away again and again until before I knew it, I was on the floor. I looked at my report on my desk. It was so short! So pathetic! Do you know that if- I- go- to- school-I-will-die-because-I-did-bad-on-my-work feeling? Well that is what I feel like now. My dog jumped off the bed, landed on me, and fell onto my beanbag. He was acting like a crazed maniac! I hated my report! I hated the font I chose! I hated that my dog was going nuts! I picked him up to take him downstairs, and he squirmed like a particularly excited worm. I calmed him down as I walked down the stairs. With each step I took, I got colder and colder. It was warmer upstairs. And with each creak of each step, I knew I was getting closer to my death. I finally reach the bottom. As I ate my breakfast and got in the car, I hoped that maybe she’ll smile at me for trying my best.

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