Sitting in my classroom, my little feet dangle down barely reaching the floor under the table in my classroom. My eyes look up, seeing the rest of my class before I look at my teacher, Mrs Hittin. She had gray hairs hanging down her face. She looked like an old lady, she reminded me of Mrs. Claus.
Oh Mrs. Claus she is my favorite woman. I like Mrs. Claus. Even though I have never seen her. I like her.
Hearing My name being called I lift my head and look up. "What do you want to be when you grow up? Can you tell the rest of the class?" All the eyes turn and look at me.
My cheeks burn as they turn red blushing deeply. Licking my lips, my pig