Quarter 2 bechmark Memoir vignette

​Introduction: this is  my Memoir vignette. so this was my q3 benchmark it was about my old days in school how I act and other stuff .it took my a long time to write but I got it done .I its two story in one

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Chapter 1 first day

 

Tick tock tick tock (onomatopoeia). As I stared  at the time I couldn’t take another minute of hearing this teacher talk even though I could not tell time.  It was September 14, 2004,  my first day of Fifth grade in Wilson Elementary School. Since we moved to this new school I didn’t know anyone. When I entered my first day of school all eyes were on me. They stared at me as if I was a wild animal going crazy (simile). “Class, this is Zakee,” she said.  “He is new to this neighborhood, be sure to show him around” (dialogue). As the teacher pointed to my seat, I knew to  sit next to the kid in the blue hoodie. I felt a strange but odd feeling that all eyes were on me. But I had dared not to look. It was that same feeling of the time when I was playing outside and noticed a shadow standing behind me. It had four legs and drool coming out of its mouth. It was a dog. Luckily Ms .Pam had him on a leash or he would have torn me to bits. I finally decided to look up, after all I couldn’t look down for the rest of the year. So I slowly looked up and saw these lustrous (vocabulary)  brown eyes looking at me in the face. My lips were frozen.  I was unable to talk.

 

“Hi”, she said with a bright energetic voice. “Hello?” she  said as snapped me from my daze of confusion.

I replied with a low tone “hi”.

“What did you say?

Hi!” I said even louder.

Without realizing it everyone was looking at me. The teacher asked, “Zakee is there something wrong?”

“No” I said, sitting down. That same bright smile was still looking at me then.

“My name is Monica, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Class is over”, the teacher announced (dialogue). 

 

I thought, what all ready?  It was lunchtime, one of the best periods of the day. No thinking 

about fractions or when did Americans get their independence from the British. None of that, just my turkey sandwich and me, a Hi-C drink and sweet and delicious Krumpets cake (Magic 3). As I was about to take a tremendous bite of my sandwich I was tapped on my shoulder.

 

“May I sit next to you?” It was Monica .

“Sure”, I said as I wondered  of all people why me? Well at that point it didn’t matter she asked to sit next to me and that was that.

“What kind of lunch did you bring?”

“A turkey sandwich, a Hi-C juice and Krumpet. What about you?”

 “A peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a bag of chips. It’s my favorite meal.”

 

After that we started eating in an awkward  moment of silents  more kids came to the table and began eating. They started talking about baseball cards and Pokémon cards. I wasn’t interested in their conversation. I was more of a gamer. I used to collect them, though, back in second grade. That is until I kept leaving them in my pocket and they kept getting washed. So that’s when my mom decided  no more Pokémon cards for me.

The bell rung and it was time to move on to our last class of the day, Science. I  was waiting for this moment for a while because Science was my favorite class and at my old school the teacher made it fun for us. As we walked in the class it seemed that the kids had  a seating chart . So I walked up to  the teacher and asked,  “Where do I sit?”  “Anywhere you want” he said with a sleazy voice. So I sat in the back of the room where I couldn’t have any problems with this dude. Judging by his voice this guy and me were not going to get along. For about 40 minutes of the class all this guy did was talk and talk and even more talking(repetition for effect). I whispered to the kid next to me, “What’s his name again?” “Mr. Green”, he replied.  Finally, class was over. I packed all the books as fast as I could and darted for the door.  I went to my locker, packed my books and went home (magic 3). The first thing my mom asked me was “How was school to day?” All I said was “It was a waste of time”( Dialogue).

 

                                                                    Chapter 2 : late

 

It was that Monday moreing that no one liked .”Zakee” my mom Yelled “get up or you are late for school” I turn to look at the clock 7:37 oh no imp goanna be late. I quickly jump out of bed Threw on any thing that match and brush my teeth wish and my   ran out the door . I saw the school bus down the street near were my bus top is. I darted down the street fast as I could but it was no use. I guess im walking half way across the city to get to my Damnations. Well it felt like half way but it was only like7-8 blocks. As I walk to school It felt like adventure   in like in the TV shows were bad thing keep happen and Preventing my form getting form school. I was so exscinded but then realizes I could Be kidnap or killed or even worst raped! Trying so hard not to think about only Made me think about it more. Walking downs the  24th  street and  it started to rain.. Oh great no umbrella to hold over my head. Walking in rain I noticed this black

Car has been be hind me for some time now I turn right it turn right I went left  it when left. I hade only 1 thought im my head scream like a little girl and run but at that time I was to much  to manly to do that. So I ran and ran and ran not caring were I was going. Turing back to see if the black car was still pressuring me it was Gone. It turn out that the car was not after me it was jus caqance that it turn the same time I did ….. Man I felt like an idiot running down the street. Finally I could see My school. Rushing in wet like a mop I got my late slip and headed for class .ernering my class my teachers say ahhh  zakee your just in time for our pop quiz. Pop quiz .

ughhhhh I hate Mondays!