I asked her what it was, and she said you can only be in this class by invitation. She had been invited and same with another girl friend. At first i was frustrated but i decided to ask him about his classes next year. The next day i asked him what classes he was offering next year. He said just a continuation of the 8th grade class. He mentioned not advanced art class. That was upsetting. I don't know what i'm supposed to do. I didn't know how much i wanted this class until i didn't have it. At first i told my mom and stomped around yelling "it's not fair!" I deserved to be in this class. But Mr. Woodfield, my teacher didn't think so apparently. Then tears started to well in my eyes. Art is the only thing i'm actually good at, i thought. I broke down and sobbed in to my moms new jacket, which looked extra good on her, staining it with my running mascara. As i cried and complained about how i sucked at every thing and what was i supposed to do? and oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. My mom started to chuckle, and this was SERIOUS this was NOT FUNNY. She obviously thought it was a joke. So i yelled "MOM THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" she said she was laughing because she thought i was saying funny things.
Mr. Woodfield better think again, because Alexa is not happy.
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