THE STORY OF THE MURAL Norah Bock 7th Grade • Eliza Chappell Elementary
It was Friday afternoon around 2:45, Brooklyn’s favorite time of the week. She only had an hour left of school and her favorite class was always last. The bell would ring soon giving her 5 minutes to get to art class. Brooklyn loved hopping out of her seat in History and going to Art. The teacher would greet her with a warm smile and invite her to take a seat in the front. It was her favorite class of the week yet she dreaded walking there every time. She would have to walk past the West Wing girls’ bathroom, where she would always be picked on. “Where are all your friends?!” one girl would yell. “Yea! Don’t you like walking to class with ‘em?” mocked another girl. Brooklyn would cover her ears and run past, but the worst part was her two twin brothers, Brandon and Bradley, would stand across the hall and laugh at their sister when she ran by. Tears would run down her face and she wished she didn’t have to go to art, but as soon as she got outside the door and saw her art teacher, Ms. Parkinson, she always felt better. Today, Brooklyn was determined to make it to art without being laughed at. She got to school a few minutes early and found a way to get there without walking past the bathroom. All she would have to do is leave the building, walk around the school, and enter through the gym door. She had done it that
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