When I arrived in my classroom, I was tackled by several girls: Matilla, May, Jeka, Christy, Blair, and Amanda.
As Matilla, May, Jeka, and Christy shrieked repeatedly, “OH MY GOD , YOU KNOW THEM ?!?!” Blair and Amanda screamed questions at me.
B- “Why didn’t you tell me they were coming?!!”
A- “yeah, why?!”
B- “What are they gonna do all day?!”
A- “What about Charlie?!”
B- “Oh my golly, WHATS CHARLIE GONNA DO ?!”
I shoved them off eventually, with the help of Jeffrey and ‘Supreme Dictator’ Mitch.
“RELAX!” I commanded. “Jeffrey, could you turn on the TV please?”
He jogged up to the wall-mounted television and pressed the power button.
“It’s Oprah!” he yelled in a sarcastically delighted tone.
But she was only on for a few moments, because the broadcast room soon appeared on our screen, as a 5th grade girl ran into our classroom to tell us to turn on the TV.
The only person you could see was Mr. B.