Today I spent the math class to notice the big nostrils of my teacher Mr. Lucasi. I didn’t leave her eyes. Why today? Are there things that seem more visible one day? Surprising no?
At one point, he asked me about an easy question and I didn’t even hear it? What?
Ingrid then made his characteristic ritual by leaning towards me. Her blond hair swept my table, and I was annihilated by her silky hair, like a huge wave that would have swept down on me and the little voice that says “transmitting” ...
But let's go back to my teacher Mr. Lucasi, who has big nostrils, but then really big. Is breathing better? Has he used his two indexes throughout his childhood only to explore his nostrils? And how do you want to go out with a guy who has such big nostrils?
I asked Mya at the canteen and she said: “I have never paid attention to her nostrils? Why did you notice them? And you're gonna finish your pasta? » ...
To be done:
1. Buy a new litter for cats
2. Finish the exercise sheet for Me Mils
3. Stop telling Mya everything
4. To say more
5. Me measure my chest
6. Go to Maped and take color pencils, drawing sheets to finish my creations in plastic arts
Later, Thursday
I was measuring my chest and realized that by lifting my arms, I had more and more hairs under the armpits. And my chest hasn’t pushed a centimetre since last summer to help!