Monologue 9/1

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It was a Tuesday afternoon when I was in Elementary school. I had to go to my table tennis class in 20minutes. Unfortunately, I didn't finish up my homework corrections that was due to the end of the school. I looked nervous but I was still hold my back up solution which is that class is far away from my school, I should go riding my bike. The classroom was crowded many students, but I sneaked behind the other students, and then went outside by the door in the back. My teacher noticed I was almost escaped from the classroom. She yelled to me " You haven't done yet!" I ignored her and gradually boosted up my speed to the parking lot and grabbed my bicycle. Using all of my strengths to shout to my teacher on second floor of teaching building, " I want to go my table tennis class!"

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