This is my beginning. My life flashes before my eyes.Never realize what was standing in front of me. By not knowing anything I said it as just a dream. Dreaming about what were my middle and my end of my life. I never figure out what it was because the morning rise. <br /> This is my middle as I get up I see the sun light. I think what my day is going to would I have a good day or a bad day. Would I learn more things then yesterday or not? Would I be the best or the worse. But I thought about my friends and what should we on this day. Would it be fun or burning? Would we get in trouble or not. <br /> This is my end. Almost the end of the day at school.Talk to one of my teacher how it feel to come to school every day. It fee like I come to work every day with on pay and we got in trouble for stupid stuff. So that’s why I really don’t care if I got in trouble some days.<br /><br />SERENA HILT<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-of-another-day/
