the bad boarding school by buggy (best books under 200 pages TXT) 📖

today iget to visit my mother in the sitriacic hospital. i get a break from the frounder boarding school. but, im not here to tell you about me visiting my mental mother but, im here to tell you about my horrible experience at boarding school.( just so you know i'll have many more bad experencies here.)
I was standing next to my grand ma who was excorting me there. " I dont want to be here!" i complained
"i told you," grandma began," we areleady taking care of great grandma."
"why cant you take care of me to!" i whined as we walked down the sidewalk twoards the school.
grandma gave me a look saying 'i told you already.'
the school looked better in the pamphlet.in the pamphlet the school was gray but shinny with the sun behind it glistening. the grass was green and flowers spotted the lawn. but in real life it was dull grayand the lawn was spotted with no grass and dried grass.
some spots did have grass (healthy) but not much. the buildings were short and spread out wildly.the roofs were flat. in the middle of all the small buildings was a large building standing tall over all the others. it had a cruved rood at the top and the acual building
went straight up.
" it dosent look fun."i murmered
"dont worry i know youll have fun." grandma said cherrfully
we walked across the dead lawn to the big building in the middle.the front entrance was a plain room with only two doors on either side.spirling stairs went up to the next three floors. we went all the way to the top floor.on the top floor we followed a sign on the
on the wall pointing to a door straight in front of us saying 'adminastraightive office'
when we walked in to a chubby man with gresy black hair eating dounuts.you could defenitly tell because his face was covered in crumbs.
"what ue you aunt!" the man yelled
" im a new student here. is this were we are supost to be." i asked
the man had swoloed his mouthful of dounuts before he spoke again his voice was loud and booming, "yes this is were you are supost to be. who is the gardian?"
"i am"grandma said
"ok."the man said getting paper out of a drawer,"i am pricable gragi. if you could sign these papers we'd be done here."
grandma and i looked at the paper. she handed me a page to fill out and she filled out the other page. here was how the page looked,
'my name is and im going to start atending frounder boarding school. i am years old and am in grade. i agree to the rules of frounder boarding school.
student signature:

RULES OF FROUNDER BOARDING SCHOOL
1.be on time to classes
2.no bad language
3.no bullying (that includes physical fighting)
4.no disclouding others
5.no chewing gum
6. no running in the hallway
7.no talking in the librairy
8.no weapons or drugs
9. no vamdilism
PUNISHMENTS
punishments at this school range from lunch detention to expultion.if a child isnt on time for class,for an example, they would get a lunch detention.if a child skipped a class they would (depending on the reason) would get a detenion or a suspention.
parent signature: '
i filled out the sheet and i signed my name then handed the paper to grandma who handed my paper along with hers to princible gragi.
"thank you." the princible murmered, ' go through that door over there and vice princible cassie will help you pick out classes." the man was pointing to a wooden door on the side of his office.
we walked through the door in to a small office with a window behind a cluttered desk.
the voice of the yougn women suprised us," the name is vice princable cassie."
She had her blonde hair tied up in aloose bun. Her face was slender with a loving children person look.
" are you the new student?" she asked
"yes." i answered
"could i see her last report card so i can put her in the best classes for her." vice princible cassie said," oh yay! you'll also get 2-4 elective"
grandma handed her my latest report card
"you are one smart kiddo!"cassie exlaimed
" i've always done pretty well." i murmered
"compared to some other peaple here, your awsome. some kids the best they have is a C- compared to you with 2 a+'s and 4 regular a's."vice princible cassie said with excitment
she grabbed three peices of paper, wrote something on each then handed me the papers," if you dont like any of those scheduels i can make another one."
this was the one i picked

7:00-7:30 :breakfast MPR (multi purpose room)
7:40-8:30 :history rm13
8:35- 9:15 : P.E. front lawn
9:20-10:10 : elective
10:15-11:00 :elective
11:00-11:50 :science rm.8
12;00-1:00 :lunch MPR
1:05- 1:50 :elective
1:50-2:30 :advanced reading rm.2

my electives were
1.theater rm.18
2.strings rm.3
3.art Rm.16
"ok. your dorm are on the bottom floor of this building. the right door and dorm 73." vice princible cassie smiled
"thank you." grandma said.
we walked down the spiraled stairs to the bottom floor. we went to the door on the right then found room 73.
"are you staying the night here with me tonight?" i asked grandma but it was more like begging.
grandma looked at me sadly," im sorry i can't i have to go to work tomorow."
: oh" i murmered."
"i love you ." grandma said. she kissed my head and said her goodbyes and left.

i stood in front of my bed inside my room. it was bare. i didn't know i had to bing a sheet and stuff! i didn't know what to do you i walked in to vice princible Cassie's office.
"what do you need kiddo?" she asked
" what about my bed? it's bare. do i need my own sheets?"
" ok, your suppost to but i have some for the kids who don't know." she pulled out a plain white sheet and a gray/blue blanket.
" thank you." i said dragging the blankets up to my room.
when i got to my room i examined it. it was small with two beds with a night stand by each, a dresser, and a bathroom with a small sink and one of those bath/shower thingys.
not until 2;30 did i meet my roommate. she was short with blond hair greasy and stringy. she looked sweaty as thogh all she did today was run but, she looked smart or trying to be because her book bag was overflowing with books and papers.
we didn't realt talk just introduced ourselves then went to bed.
my alarm clock went off at 6:30. i got dressed, combed my hair , brushed my teeth in the hand sink , and cleaned my glasses.
i left after my roommate (aliza) and at a quieck breakfast of hash browns and eggs. ( wasn't that bad) and went off to my first class.
history:
i walked in and my teacher hated me from the start. i was talking to one of my other teachers in the hall so i was like 30 seconds late so when i walked into the classroom mr. srectavario said, " 30 seconds late detention"
"what." i complained
"talk back! go to the princible!" he shouted
i walked to the princible gragi's office where he was waiting for me. i knew because he had dounuts on the side of his desk but he didn't have any in his mouth.
" late for class and backtalking. tk tk tk tk. i knew you would be trouble." he was making me want to scream amd shout
" i was only 30 seconds late!" i protested
" go to you'r next class and be early this time. detention after school all week. GOOD BEY!"
i walked to my next class not hurring but not going slow.i made it there 30 seconds early
p.e.:
the p.e. teacher wasn't mean but she wasn't my favorite.
the first thing she said to me was, " your the new student aren't you."
" yay." i said.
i took a good look at her face before she answered. se had a thick face , black hair pulled into a ponytail, she didn't look nice but she wasn't completely mean., " every new student must take the physical test so i can place them in trhe right class."
" o.k. " i said. i was never good at p.e.. the only sport i was good at was softball. when i took the test i had to do several exersizes and streches. she put me in the average class.
" come here tomorow at 10: 15. switch your classes. i'll talk to the princible." she explanied
theater:
i walked into the smalroom with a small homemade stage. it was dimly lited with 1 small spotlight.
A small old woman popped into the spoghtlight. her white/grey hair pulled into a bun. She had yellow teeth and a wooden cane. " our new student!" she yelled in a scrgaly voice.
I smiled shyly at the row of