Time flies. I've been in school for three years. My school is very beautiful, there are many beautiful flowers and trees.
The teachers are very friendly, even though there is too much homework. My classmates are very friendly. We always help each other.
I learned a lot from them, made a lot of friends, I enjoyed my life in school. However, my math is not good, I will try my best to study mathematics in summer vacation. Now I want to say goodbye to my teachers and classmates, I will miss my school life.
Because my mom and Dad were prostitutes, I was killed because "my mom and my dad were both killed" because "both my mom and dad are a nightmare," which sent him to prison, where he stayed for weeks before he was executed. I heard these stories from Mr. Dick, who was my guardian when I was in the orphanage.
He's a jerk with a fake look on his face. I heard from my friend Joe that Mr. Dick had been sent to prison for raping his daughter.
Now you know something about my past. I was born in the wrong family and grew up in the wrong place. After writing this composition, I will commit suicide.
I'll go there myself. Once upon a time, there was a landlord who pretended to be erudite, although he could not read and write at all. One day, when the landlord was chatting with his guests, a servant came in and gave him a letter asking him to borrow a cow.
The landlord was afraid that the guest would know that he could not read and write, so he opened the envelope, took a look at the words on it, and then said to the servant, "well, please tell him I'll be there in a few minutes.".