English Words
by The crass man was trying to beguile me with his animosity while I was trying to muse on the lucid things that my best friend was telling me over the phone.
The man finally left and then my best friend had to say something about how she tripped in the thicket while playing capture the flag at school and I let out this gargantun laugh because she always acts all boistous I wasnt really suprised at what happened. Then I told my friend about my acrid tasting pizzia and the ambigous essay that my teacher read in english at school. We had this new girl who was diffident.
We got home from school my mom was acting crass and then I got upset and acted with animoisty towards her. I went to biscet some improtant paper of hers but then my mom grabbed me and through me out the door and into the thicket in front of the house. My after school snack tasted acrid anyway. I ran away from my mom.Then came through the back door later wearing my incognito disguise. I tried to get past my mom who was cooking dinner but then I left out this gargantuan laugh full of chagrin. It was too ecstatic compared with how I was feeling eailer. I boisterously hurried up the stairs went into my room and then decided to muse on my vocab words for my english test. Luckily, the words were pretty lucid. But then I got tired and feel alseep and woke upwith drivel on my pillow. Then I went to school and took my test. I was hoping it would be easy for most of the answers were smilar and ambigous. I saw the diffident girl next to me and figured she had studied last night because her answers looked right. So, even though I knew it was wrong I beguiled my self into thinking it was so okay and felt a ton of chagrin after I realized that I acutally did it.
The next week when the teacher pulled us both aside, I told the teacher what happend and beguiled him into beliving my life. I felt chagirn for for doing it but I knew it was he only way to pass the class. The next day, the teacher as if I had beguiled him into the fact that I didnt tell the truth. Uh oh, I got it trouble. I ending up musing on the situation after school while I got to what my teacher who bisceted my paper right in front of my face.
Later, when I went home and wasnt in the most ectastic mood. My mom pulled me aside when I got home from school and in a nice way told me she was ashamed of my actions. She told me she felt full of chagrin when my english teacher called. I told her to stay out of my business in a very crass way.
When I was in my room I throw my school books out into the thicket. I was sick of my ambiguous english class. I couldnt focous when everything in that class balanced between two meanings.
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