• "Anything is posible if you think it is," he started "I always tell all my students that. Tonight you will write a paragraph about why anything is posible when you belive it is." RINGGGG
    She started to leave when her teacher stopped her. "Anything wrong, Ms. Tombala?"
    She paused. "No." she said simply, then walked away. The teacher wondered what was going on inside the girls head.
    The girl walked looking at other kids faces with a distant look in her eyes. Anything is posible? Then I should be able to stop anything I want to...right?
    Why is it soo hard to make the world right? i think if i try...
    "Hey! Daphny!" the girls head turned.
    "What?"
    "The princable wants to see you. He dosnt look mad, but, with him, you never no."
    "Great." the girl gets called to the princables office at least once a day. Most times to tell her that something went wrong at home, and her father was in jail.
    The girl walked down to office.
    "Yes. Ms.Tombala. Mr. Timders is waiting for you, go right in dear." the girl shugged with her eyebrows. Nothing could be more fun than going into the office.
    "Mr. Timbers. I'm here."
    "I see. Sit please." the girl sat.
    "Now please, Ms. Tombala, do you no anything about a writing in the girls room?"
    "Depends. What did it say?"
    "Why don't you tell me?"
    "'Cause I don't know what it says."
    "Really?"
    "Yes. Theres a lot of stuff that gets on those walls."
    "Well, this one says, "Mr. Timders is a f**." his face changed from a content look to a stern look as he folded his hands on his desk.
    "I don't know what you are talking about." the girl said, emotionless.
    "Ok. You might know who did write it."
    "No."
    "OK, you may leave Ms. Tombala. I will see you tomorrow for whatever you may do then." the girl left.
    The girl was thinking as she left that she felt like a regect when the princibul called her in for things that might nver have been her fault. Of course, this time it was he fault, but nobody needs to know that.