he day came that I will be in the third grade. I am very scared and I have to ride the bus. My bus is here now.

When I get to school I see painting on the walls. And my teacher's name is Miss Mad. The kids in my class are bad. When we went to lunch, the kids ate my lunch. When we went to play, I hit myself in the face. When it was time to go home, I missed my bus. I had to walk all the way home by myself.

When I got home, I had to write a sixty word paragraph. I didn't get to eat much. I had a very, very bad day.