Answer:
This isn't a true story by the way.
Explanation:
It was a mundane Monday Morning like no other. My teacher was dragging on and on about some historical event centuries ago. She was speaking with such monotony that I think a robot would fall asleep when it heard it. Hence, the whole class was silent, to the extent that you could hear a pin drop. Despite how ideal it seemed to slumber, I was faced with other issues: my petulant, uncooperative bladder. Yup. I needed to go to the toilet. And the teacher wasn't stirring at all. I think someone could potentially die and she'd compare them to an ancient sacrifice. I wasn't going to just get up and leave for such a fear to taint my flawless report card.
Suddenly I couldn't take it anymore and decided to pee. Yup. I don't think the chair makes such a good substitute for a toilet. I thought everything was all swell since I did it ever so quietly so as to not disturb the tranquility of the classroom. I didn't realise a raincloud of mortification was showering over me when I noticed the whole class, including the teacher holding their noises and pointing at me.
Then, I stood up. Squelch. Yikes. There was a muddy puddle on my chair. And I think laughing is an understatement. There was a cacophony of boisterous giggling and smirking at me. I think my raincloud of mortification had turned into acid rain, because I was burning with ignominy. Great.
I hope you like it. It is isn't that great but oh well.
I'm gonna say George Washington
Indeed. im not sure what you mean, but indeed.
Where is passage? You didn’t show it
