Post by jazzyrawr on Dec 3, 2006 15:07:23 GMT -5
"Trevor rushed, and hurried as fast as he could. But he knew he wasn't going to make it. How could he? But, with all his might, and hope, he ran to class 606. In his head, he was wishing there was a sub-teacher in the class of Social Studies. Just one wish. But as he ran in, as papers flew when entering, he saw no sub, but Mrs. Macready; mad-faced."