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Diary Entry Of Mrs. Hawthorne's Art Classroom
Dear diary, My parents are not happy with me. I went to school and there's just a matter of time until something goes wrong. It will obviously go wrong where I hate to go, Mrs. Hawthorne's art class. The bad things started when Mrs. Hawthorne won’t help me. I got steaming mad and I broke her potters wheel into three pieces I felt really sorry but she didn't believe me. I could feel every one laughing and smiling at me. When mrs. Hawthorne got mad she stormed out of the classroom. The boys started to throw clay everywhere a piece landed on the teacher's computer. I wasn't the only one who felt bad for my self a girl across the room with a broken arm from when she fell in gymnastics felt bad because she knew i didn't know it was going to tip
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