in California
Why I ever wanted to go to a real school, I don't know. Homeschooling was fine, wasn't it? Isolated, no detention, no popularity contests. What a breeze.
Mom didn't think so. She was the one teaching me, and I can almost guarantee you that she thought it was a drag teaching me. I wanted to go to a real school then, but I didn't want to hurt Mom's feelings.
I brought it up anyways. At dinner, I said,"Mom, Dad, why can't I go to a real school?"
My "wonderful" older sister, Alessa, replied,"Our family can't afford private school for three kids,"
Dad nodded. "But once I get a third job, we'll see what we can do,"
"Why can't me and Alessa and Caleb go to public school?" I asked.
"What's a private school?" my little brother, Caleb half-yelled
"I heard the public schools here aren't good, Jaimy," Mom said silently.
"What's a private school?" Caleb said.
"Then we can go to a public school somewhere else!" I cried stubbornly.
"I've always wanted to go to a different school," Alessa whispered. "My school uses the streets as a playground if you're in the upper grades,"
"I know what a playground is!" Caleb giggled.
"WHO CARES?!" I screamed.
Mom and Dad ignored my handing a hairbrush to Caleb really loudly. "Then it's settled." Dad decided."You're going to public school. On one condition. You have to find the school, and it has to be a good one,"
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it goes a little fast but
it goes a little fast but otherwise, its very good. you captured the feeling really well. continue!!!
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