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__Sam's Life__ Do you ever feel like you have the worst life on Earth? Well then, let me tell you a story called M-Y-L-I-F-E. The story of SAM ELLERBY

This morning was the worst. I disliked hobbling downstairs but I didn't have a choice, my homeroom teacher Ms. Parcela complains that I already have 10 absences, which I don't, and has to be at school on time for the rest of the school year. I didn't have any congenial thoughts to look foward to. What's so great about 6th grade, the stinky bus that comes WAY too early or the broken locker thats yours? My older sister, Kayla looked like a jaguar slept with her last night and pushed her off her bed. On the way running to catch the bus I find my mother sprinting to catch me, holding my lunch in a My Little Pony lunchbox from when I was 5. All the kids stared and started laughing histerically. She beckoned me to come to her. I didn't listen and hopped on the bus. 10 minutes on the bus and I forget I was assigned a presentation due today. Ms. Parcela is going to lecture me to the floor unless I can come up with a good excuse like my grandma died. I'm stuck. What's a lowly average C+ girl to do? I bust open my bottom locker on the corner of the hallway and get a bruised arm. I grabbed my books then shut my locker hard. A nearby teacher heard and now I have 3 hours in detention this Saturday. Even worse when I slammed my locker, it made a rebound and stamped me in the head.I get to homeroom and not a speck of sympathy on the tip of her fingernail. Her scornful mouth poured out the ugly words of "Hand in your projects on the table and you will present them tomorrow.". I got up and pretended to hand it in and went back to my seat. I glanced at her rusty old plaque that should NOT be there. I truly think the school should not let people as old as Ms. Parcela should be fired. It should be illegal. Ms. Parcela snapped at me "Pay attention!". She screeched to the class " Select a piece of colored paper and cut out 5 concave snowflakes.". I got all excited. She said "colored" once in her life. I looked at the table where the paper was and sinked down in my too high desk. What she ment by "colored" was black-and-white. I pulled a rotten mango from my leaking snack bag. While Ms. Parcela was writing an essay up on the board, I tried to toss my nasty fruit in the trash can. It missed. I jumped out from my seat, Ms. Parcela never called a janitor to lower my desk. I picked it up and dropped it in but if I were a world famous runner I would have made it. I stopped dead in my tracks. Ms. Parcela came walking towards me slower than a baby slug. I slow-jogged to my seat. She grunted and started off with a dot of sympathy " Miss Ellerby," and there it goes, "3 HOURS DETENTION THIS SATURDAY!".Great, now I have 6 full hours of staying in school. How will I explain this to mom? Also I have not mentioned I am also cursed with my last name. Everyone calls me "Ham Elderly"! I don't usually zap people back with an insult but I don't have much practice. I do not fight with Kayla, she usually just sees me pass her room and chucks a metal piece of her science project at me. Yeah it is very weird for a sophmore in high school. I duck, most of the time. One time I didn't see it coming and I got hit in the head with a boomerang like object.It hurt.A lot. The next day, I went to school, I had an elephant sized bump on my head and had a random urge to do a running jump in midair twitch thing.I wind up coming back to my locker before third period, science.Mr. Lofro is an okay teacher, for science anyways. Yesterday we learned all about rippling water vibrations in little tide pools. Today Mr. Lofro introduces a new subject. The 6th grade annual science fair. Science is not my favorite subject so I plan on making an old fashioned volcano. I could care a lot less for some stupid 99cent blue ribbon and a pat on the back. I don't listen to the rest of his words, I daydream. I daydream about Jason Korgo, the one I adore. His dashing brown eyes and hair make him just so irresistible. I find out the hot lunch for today, tacos.On the lunch line,I grab a utensil and get a tray.The cafeteria lady plops out some ground beef, ACHOO, some salsa ACHOO and a tortilla shell. ACHOO.I sit at a lunch table ACHOO and realize I got a spoon instead ACHOO. Off I go through the lunch line.ACHOO again.My lips start puffing up and I remember that I'm allergic to ground beef. I run upstirs to the nurses office and get sent home right away. My mother takes care of me but I don't feel any better. I know I will just have to do twice the work tomorrow...Wish me luck with the rest of my life. Spelling 2