One time in eighth Grade, something horrible happened. Every day, my mom would pack a lunch in a bag for me. I packed my lunch inside my backpack but I got sick and did not eat it that day and I did not go to school for three days. During this time, it festered. When I returned to school, I had forgotten about it. People started saying that I smelled like rotten meat. My stuffy nose cleared and I did.
That same month, something else that was bad happened. Every time that the bell rang and our break was over, we would go and line up and wait to be led back to the classroom by our teacher. During this time a bird tagged my head. It bounced off and landed inside my shirt. It took me fifteen minutes to clean it out in the bathroom. Two days later another bird, or maybe the same bird tagged my head during break while I was reading. Maybe birds don’t like me.
This was very strange. All of these events occurred during what I believe was the month of March. That was a funny coincidence. Or was it a coincidence?! I will always have to be careful on March.
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