The science experiment
“Let me mold the clay!” Ella said. “You already had 10 minutes of clay molding it’s my turn!” Maia replyed. I just sat there watching them argue. They had more time than me and I didn’t even get to mold they clay yet. “Guys can I have a turn now?” They both said “No”, then Ella said “Your not letting me mold the clay because I’m fat? Is that why?” I’m sick of them arguing. “Stop arguing!” I exclaim. “Make me” says Ella. Okay that’s it. I dump the big bin of water on her head. Her face is super red, and she screams, “GO TO HELL LIKE YOUR DEAD DAD!” No, why would she say that. She KNOWS not to talk about him like that. So I just run out crying. And the teacher just stares. And I just run to the bathroom and cry my eyes out. I take my pocket knifeout and hold it in my hand, turning it.
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