Ginger here. I’m not one of those people who try not-so-hard. I will use my hardest effort on the hardest test in eight minutes and get a 100 percent A. My brother, Bruce, on the other hand, gets a 0 percent F all the time. He answers with- WIERDOES DOING NOTHING MUCH Bruce! My seventh-grade writing diagnostic DEPENDS on the 1st perspective paragraph!!!  JOLLY RANCHERS ARE DYING My new teacher, Mrs. Lina, is grading this strictly! YOU DON’T CARE  You’re right, I don’t care about jolly ranchers. Bruce cares about- HAVING MIDDLE SCHOOL FAIL BROCCOLLI’S TESTS BRUCE!!! You are making me FAIL!!! You are such a- LITTLE CHILD ON THE ROAD Nuisance!!! UGH, thanks to YOU, I’m going back into 6th grade!

TINY DONUTS ON PAPERS

FREAKISH PEAS ON DOORS

GINGERBREAD GRADERS DOING BAD

WILL JOLLY ERANCHERS LIVE?

I’ve noticed your brother ruined your diagnostic, but one of his phrases are true. A kindergartener is on the road. Oh my lord, and here comes Miss Snow!{ jumps, pushes kindergartener and self out of Miss Snow’s way} Why’d you push me, big kid? {turns, finding a car behind them } Oh. Thanks!

You’re welcome. I- AM A JOLLY RANCHER!!! Bruce!!!!!!!!!!!!!