My day. First I went to art class where my teacher gave us studio time to work on our gesture drawings. My friend, Kayla, and I went out into the hall because we had to use the windows to trace our drawings out. It would have been relatively boring if she hadn't been there cause she's this really funny person that I love hanging out with. She kept poking me the entire time, making me wish I wasn't so ticklish, so I had a hard time putting my pencil on the paper. haha
Next was gym class, but I don't really have anything to say about it, except that we did the circuit again today. So tiring.
THEN!!!! My favourite class^^ Writer's Craft. biggrin We did a workshop today where some people (it was a shortened day because grade eights were coming for orientation thing) presented their autobiography. It was rather amusing because one person was talking about voices in their head. Another about being a "word doodler", and one that wrote about a pencil taking over the entire school, when she was in grade ten. I think I have to go tomorrow or maybe on Monday.
My last class, math, was even shorter than the rest because we got a sign and dismiss(Yippee!) because my teacher wasn't there. We were assigned homework questions though. I still have to go and do those.
The school day ended at 11:45 so I went to the caf afterwards since my older brother wasn't picking me up for another 30 minutes. I bought myself something to eat and sat down with a friend. Then an idea for something that I could put into a story thrust itself into my mind. I concocted some weird idea about money turning into items you wanted when you put it into a special machine, the item having the same value as the money of course. That lead to people being able to manipulate and change certain substances into items they needed through magic. I envisioned an old guy standing at a podium that held a special magical book. He was leafing through it in search of a spell to turn a pile of some unknown substance into a machine. A crease appeared on his forehead when he couldn't seem to find it so he looked back and forth between the book and the pile.
I have a weird imagination.
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