My wonderful English teacher, Mrs. Redfield, assiged a lovely little report to do on our books. (<--note the sarcasm) It has to be 6.0 and we have to write like fifty jillion summaries and bunches of hand drawn pictures. So, I finish my book and I'm starting my project, right? Well, I look on the back and realize the book I had been reading wasn't the 6.0 appropriate book level. It was freaking 5.9. Now knowing Mrs. Redfield, she wouldn't except such garbage. Therefore, I had to read a whole new book AND do the report on it in just one day. Call me Superman.
I pick up this little devil. It's the correct book level, it's short-ish, and I could find nothing better. I start reading and holy goodness. It's a book about a boy and his pony.. Srsly? I could care less.. But, I did it. And I got a 95/100.
Oh, how I love procrastination.
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