I started to come true. Take a good study, take part in an event, a hundred days of poetry. We have every class to attend at one o'clock in the afternoon.

But on that day, I was late, and when I stepped on my bicycle, people went to the playground. I saw people in class 12 and shouting slogans in it. I was in a hurry: it's broken and I'm late!

I went downstairs quickly, I walked across the runway and found the class. I was mixed up in the middle of class 12, and I moved the chair to the last row.

I didn't think I met the people I love at the moment.

He did not know what his name was, but he thought he was very cold, his face was white, and he was slim. I can call him Collins, I love him.

He sat in the last row and began to write the paper, and his teacher, Ms. Marie, called, "what to write, this is not the time to learn." Don't write it!

He took up his papers and shook the red flag, and began to be tired and sleepy.

I think he likes me. And I like him, too.

After dinner, I went to the shop to buy a paper towel. At the time, he was standing behind me. He changed a black coat. More handsome! I came out, and he followed.