When I Felt Proud
It was another school day, the class and I were sitting on the mat of room 11. There was a pile of books beside the teacher’s seat. My heart was pounding as she picked my book up, the air was getting hot. She flipped the pages of my book. As she found the page she was looking for, the words I wrote started coming out of her mouth. Those words came in my ear. She finished reading my writing. My heart was pounding even faster, the air was even hotter. As she commented on my writing a big smile was stuck inside of me. The pulse of my heart started to slow down. Tears of joy almost trickled out of my eyes.