The Story In Which Had Been Postponed:

THURSDAY
EIGHTH PERIOD
MUSIC CLASS:

Jerelle Beckford walked into the music room like any other normal being should, except more immature, as always.

I, Sarah AKA Weldom, walked in and plopped right down in my spot. Unlike every other person in that class, I think music class rocks, except for the unfortunate fact that Jerelle Beckford plopped down (while talking loudly and immaturely,) right next to me. By force. He had to, but he could have been nicer about it.

Jerelle Beckford, in the midst of laughter and confusion, stood up. The music teacher was joking around with her students. Gregory then said, "Air High Five!" His desired air-five was recieved.

Thus seeing this, Jerelle went to the music teacher and said, "Air-hug!" His desired air-hug was NOT recieved.

And so, by involuntary instincts, I curled up into a ball and made myself as tiny as possible. That's when I heard the most immature 5^th grader in history say, "AWWW GIMME' A HUG!"
Just to bug me.
Just to annoy me.
And when I opened my eyes,
The most disgusting thing in the world was hugging me.
Just to bug me.

I'D RATHER HAVE GREG HUG ME. I'D RATHER HAVE MR.R THE BALD GYM TEACHER HUG ME. I'D RATHER HAVE MYLES HUG ME. I'D RATHER HAVE EVEN

POLO hug me. And that's scary. Really scary.

At the end of the year, I think I'll hug every person in my class except for Jerelle.

But only for money of course... Anybody? Huh? Hello? Nvm.

Sincerely Yours, (As long as ur not Jerelle,)