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Here is Page 1 - 3 Day: January 4, 2009

I woke up to the annoyance of my alarm clock and my sister screaming at me to get up. I only hear this crazy woman saying "Raven! Raven! Raven! Raven! Raven! Raven!". My god, what is she a parrot? I'm 15 years old about to be 16 and this girl is 20 staying with our mom still because she "doesn't wanna leave mom alone". I know reality, She is afraid of the real world because she's a "mommy's" girl. My sister has a job but she just won't leave. WHY WON'T SHE LEAVE. This is the sad part. This girl's boyfriend is a pig and a snob. My mom and I know he's a cheater anyway. I don't really care and just let my sister handle that snob bag. I showered and then got ready for my first day at "Winds Blow High School". I put on the original designed hoodie with some skinny jeans. I ran to the car, skipping breakfast because I hate eating in the morning. My sister drove me at the doors where students were flooding in like a hurricane. When my two feet touched the ground, I've never seen this woman drive so fast from somewhere. The last time she drove that fast was when ULTA had a sale. I sighed and walked into the building feeling terrible. I saw all the cliques, even when I just got there. I saw the Barbie's, the Emo kid's, the Earth Careers, and the crazy kids who get kicked out of class. I swear when I walked through that door, EVERYBODY AND I MEAN EVERYONE stared at me. ME. My body was frozen like ice. I rolled my eyes and just walked to the front desk. This lady looked like Carol Beers from "Little Britain". I think this woman is seriously dead. I said "Good Morning! My name is Raven Sterling Rose and I am here for my homeroom." She looked at her computer screen and asked for my name. I just looked at her like, Are you deaf. I said Raven Sterling Rose. She typed that into the computer like a sloth and at then gave me a decent sheet of paper. I walked up 6 packs of stairs. I looked around the hallway, I finally saw my homeroom. I got to the door and saw kids like me. They all had their own style and personality. No Cliques. No Judgement. When I walked in, They gave me a real smile and said Hi. I say down in the middle row and waited for the teacher.

Answer 1

its good

Answer 2

Writing subject next time.

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