On the second day of the test, Debbie arrived earlier than usual. The test starts at 08.00 but she has arrived at school since 7. Not because she couldn't wait for the test, but because she came to school earlier meant she had more time to ask her friends about material she didn't understand. Moreover, the subject of today's second exam is math. It turns out that her thinking was very wrong because no other child as diligent as herself came to school so early. Finally instead of Debbie dumbfounded herself, she went to the cafeteria for breakfast. As usual, she ordered fried rice with eggs as a breakfast menu. While Debbie's order was being made, the girl took the time to open a book that would be taken in the first hour. Although she is weak in some subjects, there are also subjects she likes such as sports, art, let alone empty lesson hours. “Jeez, there she is!” Someone on the other side of the cafeteria pointed at Debbie. “Hey! Don't just eat here.” she said in front of Debbie.
The break bell rang three times as usual but a little late. Mr. Karl entered the classroom before the children had time to scatter out. He wants the kids to go back to their seats. Without wasting time Mr. Karl conveyed the intent of his arrival. “Please pay attention for a moment, there is a little notice that I have to convey.” The residents of 11-7 are listening carefully. “Along with the end of the semester and to fill the class meeting. So the school had organized a mini soccer tournament this week, mandatory for first and second grade. The Principal hopes all participate and about the match schedule can be seen in the school bulletin board. I think that's enough, wish you all have a lot of fun and joy on the class meeting.” After Mr. Karl left, the kids of 11-7 were busy talking about the mini soccer tournament or discussing who would come down to play. The boys conferred, it was decided that they would only send soccer club members but the girls took part in giving their
Back to the class meeting. The mini soccer tournament has officially started. Today's match schedule is the first match between Class 10-2 and Class 11-5. The match went very easy, which was won by classes 11-5. Many assumptions about the match appear unbalanced because the opponent is only a first grader. The second match ended with a score 2-1 to class 10-6 as a winner. And now the third match is taking place between classes 11-7 and classes 11-6. Provisional standings 0-1 to class 11-6 in this first round. After 15 minutes of break time, the second half began. To reverse the position of class 11-7 had devised a strategy during the break earlier. Now the score is equal thanks to a kick from Sean who had previously several failed attempts to score. The atmosphere was heating up, supporters from both sides cheered energetically. Even Kia, Aran and other 11-7 girls tease the opponent's keeper from the side of the field, “Hi handsome, look over here!” “Come and we're going to watch a
On the other hand, besides Debbie who was confused by the situation. There is another person, the situation is still one theme with Debbie's situation, concerning feeling and heart. Going awry Emma faces a situation she is experiencing for the first time, a declaration of love. She doesn't know what to do in a situation like this. The only thing Emma wants right now is to go home. Emma didn't say a word. Her eyes never once looked at the figure of the young man in front of her who had just declared love. Never thought about it, let alone imagined herself and―what important thing she dont know anyway. “I like you, will you date me?” Emma was already suspicious earlier, feeling bad. Why do they have to talk alone, also in front of a quiet chemistry lab room like this. The problem is that Emma has no feeling, absolutely not. So things and circumstances like this just make her uncomfortable. Wanting to refuse directly at this time was also difficult, especially after he said, no need t
“Hey, there's a letter!” A Letterman from class 11-2 science came to Debbie. “Oh, thank you.” It was a letter from Ivy. Debbie just frowned, not understanding the opening title written in front of the letter . She opened the letter and began to read. “Sigh." Debbie could only take a deep breath after reading Ivy's letter. Conan, the student council president referred to in Ivy's letter is Alfred. Ivy and Alfred, not knowing how else and in what way Debbie unites the two human children. Although repeated, thousands of times Ivy said resentful, upset, hate,illfeelor whatever she called it. Still its love, the one who filled her heart was Alfred to this day. Debbie approached Alfred and sat on an empty bench next to him. “Are you busy?" she just asked for pleasantries, knowing that Alfred was busy studying on his own. “No. why?” Alfred looked at her, stopping his rush. “Oh,” unsure where Debbie had to start. “Hm. you don't be mad at me. Hear me fist, okay? I'm just curious.” A
Either the crowded class meeting or the school holidays have passed. It's the first day of the new semester. There is a new regulation made by a counseling teacher. Mrs. Yolanda arranged the seating position in the classroom. Every day the seating of students should be rolling so they do not feel bored. Also children who are usually too lazy to listen to lessons by deliberately choosing the back seat and clustering, chatting during class hours can be separated. Since this has been a mutual agreement then they abide by the rules. The rules are like this. The person who today sits on the front row aka the first seat, the next day sits on the back row aka the sixth seat. While the person on the sixth seat, advance one chair to the fifth seat. Likewise with the person sitting in front will advance one chair so on. So the rules rolled every day. Then every day they moved seats, more or less so the explanation. “Come on, keep going... Five more minutes!!" Exclaimed Mr. Karl the sports tea
Not a class 11-7 name if it doesn't make trouble. This time-intention is the biggest enemy. Debbie already felt calm because Tuesday and Thursday were peaceful days for her. On that day there was no lesson that gave all of them a headache. Even in between computer lessons she can sneak into the cafeteria to wedge in a few snacks. Not to forget she bought a some order for Kia too, her seatmate. Back in the classroom, the situation was dire. 11-7 residents clustered, overlapping each other at one point. Debbie is confused about what happened. “Hey!! Debbie! Why make you take so long!!" Shouted Kia. In class Debbie gawked. “What the hell happened here? Why do they like that?” confused seen her friends in chaos and panic everywhere searching for help. “Fool!! Have you finished your computer work?!" Asked Kia, irritated. “Not yet, why?" With an innocent face she replied. “HURRY DO IT!! If we don't finish the assignment today, Mr. Hendry said we won't be able to make it to the finals n
After the lesson Debbie and her friends were doing volunteer work cleaning the class on their own initiative. Debbie swept the classroom floor full of dust and plastic snacks scattered. While Kinsey knelt in front of the table to take out the trash from the desk drawer with difficulty. Emma erases a whiteboard full of scribbles. While Kia sits on the table busy fiddling with Emma's phone. Even if today or tomorrow is not their turn to picket. Anyway, there is nothing wrong, especially considering the other 11-7 inhabitants, the awareness of cleanliness is very lacking. The problem is to be done again. So if not them, who else. Because their class was labeled as the dirtiest class, there was even a case of a teacher not wanting to come in class 11-7. Do not want to teach because of the reputation of the dirtiest class that is already famous among teachers. After the whole class worked together to clean up the class, the teacher was picked up by the class leader and wanted to teach ag