AHHHH!!! Nothing like a good stretch in the morning! My alarm clock woke me up for the first day of sixth grade or as my best friend, Chelsea Egr, says ” Last year of Elementry School” which is sort of sad because I will never see my favorite teacher whose name is Ms. Barrea, who was also my summer camp directer for REC PAC. My teacher’s name is Mrs. Dimens. She is a LEGENED for her niceness and fun. Any way, my name is Elefun Welch. REALLY????? I think my parents named me that because of the baby butterfly game. Even though my parents insist that they named me after one of the most famous girl leaders called Nuphelle Lerniks. I don’t even KNOW who that old woman is. Any way, I went down and got greeted by the smell of pancakes and bacon! Nothin’ as good as a old fashioned breakfest. “Only THREE more minutes until the bus comes! ” My mom yelled. “‘Kay mom!!! ” I yelled back. Suddenly a deep rumbeling noise drowned my words out. The bus! How could I forget? Note to self: Run, run, as fast as you can! You can catch the Ginger bread bus! As alway, Chelsea waited and told the bus driver to wait for me and instead of running I slowed down to a pace. Good ole’ Chelsea. ” hey!” I called to Chelsea. ” What are you doing?” ” Iforgotaboutthehomeworkabotafamousperson!” she said very rushed and as fast as she could and out of breath. ” okay. RELAX Chelsea! Come on. Take a deep breath. And lets go to the library and get a book about Martha Custis Washington. ” Then I told her about mine, Nuphelle Lerniks. I got some information but not much because she was BORN in like, what, 1481? I don’t even know why people even bother to remember her. I mean, what’s the point? Chelsea was really hyper now. She was screaming like mad. Oh well. Good bye fith grade, hello sixth. I said hello to my fourth grade teacher named Ms. Suguiyama. She asked if the stiches I got two years ago still was painful. I answered no and then went to my new locker and twirled the combonation and it clicked open. Ah! Relief! I got a lucky locker and I stuffed all my books exept for my algebra book because that was first period. All ready my locker was messy and I guess Chelsea would give me The Lecture. She gives my one each year. I LOVED my new teacher from the moment I saw her wild and fun silky looking clothing. I said hello to Ms. Barrea and dragged Chelsea to the new class room. Finaly! My year has begun.
