February 28, 2019
This all started back in 1970’s Alaska. I was minding my own business until the CIA came dropping down taking me out of there. The mutant guys weren’t having any of it so they were flinging a bunch of stuff at them and one guy got hit in the face, he threw up a little bit because it was a turd or something. 8 hours passed and I am somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I think I am in the U.S. or somewhere, I am starting to see a bunch of trailers and people burning tires. I am starting to realize that I am now in West Virginia. It is new to me to be in this completely new state but somehow it is colder here than Alaska. I am not seeing the usual mutants as I saw back home but these are much worse than I ever saw. They call these things “Main Street Walkers” and they are terrifying. All right, now back to talking about school or whatever. They threw me into a building that they called Pre-k and I just see a bunch of other kids running all around. I am super tired and I can’t really think of stuff for this essay, I have to do this and it sucks super bad, why you have to do this Mrs. Pettry? All right, I am back after a few days and I think I can finish this. Next, I have to do chapter 5 and I honestly hate this a whole lot. Back to my totally, fantastic, amazing, real, cowabungafying, super, 1000 word getting, school essay that you are going to love so much. Back into Pre-k, there was not a lot that happened. There were just a lot of nap times and coloring books. Now I am at kindergarten, this one was fun and where I found many of my friends that I have today. Even though a lot of them moved out to somewhere and I cannot remember many of the other people in my classes. Now we are going to go to the 1st grade, this one was crazy because I was happy to have a number in my grade. I thought it was super cool. To the 2nd grade now, this one was even better than first because it was a whole lot higher than 1, it’s not really that much higher but I have to get those words in. Now the 3rd grade, you already know hope this is going to go Pettry. I am just going to say that I like it and whatever then I move on to the next one. I am just going to skip to the 6th grade but first the 5th grade because I want to say something. In the 5th grade I felt like I was on top, I felt like I was one of the big dawgs....