always have to take her stuff because she forgot to bring it home i mean all the time.
so then she wanted me to go to her class it was fun in my class.
now i’m going to tell you my third story. it’s called my fourth grade story. when i looked at my card to know my teacher i got surprised.
my teacher is the same one that i had in first grade.when she saw me she was like i know you.i was like yes!!!! i was in your first grade class you don’t remember me.
i liked to be in her class. because i had her for first grade.she was funny and 