Everything in class was normal. We were all reading like we were supposed to.
I'm Faelecia! I'm thirteen, in grade eight and go to a small school. It's called charity case elementary. We have about eleven kids in our class, yet we are a seven/eight split class.
Our real teacher was in a meeting in a different city, so we had a substitute. He was a really cool guy.
"So, you can put your books away, because, in about fifteen minutes, we're gonna go to the recreational centre and watch a presentation about M.A.D.D." He said.
"What's M.A.D.D.?" Asked a boy in my class named Drake.
"Mothers against drunk driving," I said, gazing my attention back to our substitute.
"Yes. So Mr Urie is gonna bring you guys, so is Mr Lemming." He said. Mr Urie was our principal. He was strict as hell, liked to get people in trouble, and I hated him. Mr Lemming is cool though. He's our math teacher and science teacher. We always make funny jokes in class, he's one of my favourite teachers, other than my homeroom teacher.
"Why Mr Urie?" I practically whined.
"Because he wants to spend time with you guys." He laughed. Suddenly, at that moment, Mr Urie barged in through the door. He was in his usual attire of a random coloured dress shirt (usually either black or white) and a fancy overcoat, this time he didn't wear one, but just a plain white dress shirt. He wore dress pants all the time, even on casual Friday.
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"Alright, we're ready to go. Some people are going to be with Mr Lemming and some are coming with me." He said, strictly of course.
"Can me, Faelecia, Drake and Connor go?" A kid named Miles asked. I liked all the kids in my class, they were like my family.
"I don't care, just decide, now everybody, go get ready." He demanded, us walking out the door and to our lockers.
We were all chit chatting while we got ready, but then Mr Urie stopped us.
"Alright, so who's going with Mr Lemming?" He asked. Miles, Drake, Connor and I raised our hands.
"He's waiting outside."
We all walked outside and saw Mr Lemming.
"Alright, I have four more seats in my car, so you can all fit." We all walked to his punch buggy.
"Um, there's only three seats." Miles laughed.
"Well, since Miles is the oldest, he can have the front seat, and since Drake is the youngest, he has to sit between Connor and me," I said, everyone, agreeing after.
