UUugh! Another dismal day at school. I don’t even know why my parents would send me to this rotten prison… I LOATHE IT! I wish we, the outstanding children, were in charge of school for once. I’m going to bed now (miserably).
The next day at school…
Erm, what’s happening? Why’s Mr Jeff sitting in my chair? Why’s he wearing the school uniform?
“Good-morning sir,” they chant in unison “Will you teach us our history lesson?” They all ask inquisitively.
“What did you learn today?” asked the elderly teacher/student.
“We learnt that Isaac Newton cut down a cherry tree”.