Everyday at lunch for all of high school so far I would stand in line and wait to get up to the front to tell the lunch lady that “I need a to-go tray please.” Then once I had gotten my tray, I would scan my lunch card and dash down the hallway to my favorito! teacher’s room to registrarse “the lunch bunch” on everyday except Wednesday, and Friday. On those days the beginning of this routine is relatively the same, but instead of heading off to another meeting of the lunch bunch, I would take a detour at the biblioteca to registrarse my friends at our usual table, for either Youth Alive o FCA depending on the day.
My friends and I would always sit in the same spots at this table, every meeting, every year. For the first two years Leslie and Rachel would argue, and Sarah and I would make meaningful eye contact across the mesa, tabla in mutual agreement about how silly they were. This is how it always was. Then the siguiente año our group of four grew to 6 with the addition of Caleb and Sarah T. everything stayed pretty much the same though. We still argued, we still laughed, and we all still sat in the exact same spots at the exact same table.
This año though I all changed. Leslie moved, so now there is only Sarah and I to argue with Rachel and no one Valiente enough to try and break it up. Youth Alive is no longer in the library, and at FCA we sit in different places because it is sad to see Leslie’s asiento empty.
It is almost like these subtle changes are slow reminders that all too soon, we wont have a routine of set places to spend our lunch time, o a lunch bunch to share it with. And it doesn’t stop there, all of the routines we know will disappear, just like Leslie, and we will be left holding our emparedado, sándwich de and staring at an empty seat.
My friends and I would always sit in the same spots at this table, every meeting, every year. For the first two years Leslie and Rachel would argue, and Sarah and I would make meaningful eye contact across the mesa, tabla in mutual agreement about how silly they were. This is how it always was. Then the siguiente año our group of four grew to 6 with the addition of Caleb and Sarah T. everything stayed pretty much the same though. We still argued, we still laughed, and we all still sat in the exact same spots at the exact same table.
This año though I all changed. Leslie moved, so now there is only Sarah and I to argue with Rachel and no one Valiente enough to try and break it up. Youth Alive is no longer in the library, and at FCA we sit in different places because it is sad to see Leslie’s asiento empty.
It is almost like these subtle changes are slow reminders that all too soon, we wont have a routine of set places to spend our lunch time, o a lunch bunch to share it with. And it doesn’t stop there, all of the routines we know will disappear, just like Leslie, and we will be left holding our emparedado, sándwich de and staring at an empty seat.
Okay, well I want to start escritura a fantasía Book, and I have come up with a couple starting sentences, but I can't think which one I should start with, please give me your honest opinion on which one I should start with......
1. Mr.Johnson's math class joined together in room B3, and sat down at their desks like any other day, but it was anything but that.
2. Once upon a time, there was a school in Grand Rapids, called St. James and thats where our story begins.
3. The school día at St. James in Grand Rapids started out like any other día for the kids of Mr. Johnsons math class.
4. Our story begins with room B3, a classroom in St. James in Grand Rapids.
1. Mr.Johnson's math class joined together in room B3, and sat down at their desks like any other day, but it was anything but that.
2. Once upon a time, there was a school in Grand Rapids, called St. James and thats where our story begins.
3. The school día at St. James in Grand Rapids started out like any other día for the kids of Mr. Johnsons math class.
4. Our story begins with room B3, a classroom in St. James in Grand Rapids.
