6. My name
I wait for the bell to ring anxiously. I was waiting with my fists clenched. I heard it finally and ran for the office and wrote my essay name......act.......age.........., I finished in under two minutes. I took the sheet to the counter and the pointed to a little box in the corner. I strolled over to the box and slipped it in. I managed to Peer through the small gap to find thousands of entries I started to doubt my chances of winning so I walked out the door in a sulk.
Our manager rushed through the door, "sorry boys , I just remembered you have to go to this school to announce the winner of who you will be working with for a few weeks " she said catching her breath. I took a huge sigh, again!? Seriously. Me and the boys find this so boring it hurts. I het sick of teenagers coming up and screaming in our faces. I mean we'rennot horror movies we are ordinary boys just like the ones you find in your form Class