It all started off as a nice day at school on a Friday morning. It was sunny, beautiful, and mystical oustide. Everybody was doing their morning work, Mr.Adams was doing whatever he had to do, well you probably get the point. Nothing strange was happening. I was talking to the people near me, Veer, Ananya, Jillian. It was a song day where we annotate songs. Today’s song was Unwritten by Natasha Beddingfield. I personally love listening to songs and not always writing them down. Well, I should get started with the story before I bore everybody to death.
We were on our way to music. I was in line with Roshni, Anoushka, and Anwita. I noticed that Veer and Manhar were arguing. Well, I should not say that everybody noticed, even Mr.Adams. Mr. Adams calls Manhar, Mr.Murali. He said “ Mr. Murali you don’t always have to be right. Roshni, Anwita, and Anoushka started laughing silently. I have to admit I had to laugh today. Suddenly I noticed something nobody else saw. An emotion that Veer hardly had, anger through the corner of his mouth. Since the Coronavirus started Mrs.Mcoy has been giving hand sanitizer before entering the music room. At that time we were working in our music groups. Roshni, Anoushka, Anwita, and Angela all practiced their own parts, while I was doing mine. We would start combining the next class. I played the woodblocks, Roshni played drums, and everybody else played xylophones. I was the intro, basically bringing everybody in, and Roshni brought everyone out. Music is only 25 minutes, so time flies by fast. Before we knew it class was coming to a close. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Anoushka and Roshni started arguing. Those two never argue and are like two peas in a pod. More and more people began to fight. When Mr.Adams came to pick us up he started arguing with Mrs.Mcoy. I was scared, worried, and any other word to describe my feelings. Once, back in the classroom, we started to read. People were being mean to everybody. The weather darkened, and it started to rain. The forecast did not say it would rain. I ran to my backpack looking for something useful inside. I found my thinking cap which I put on. I kept a pencil and paper steady with me to write down useful information. Boom, Boom, Boom, Crack, thunder, and lightning were coming down. The yards started flooding like crazy. I thought was it our anger and arguments that caused this dreadful weather? I guess I would never find out because Fatima and Joey snatched it off my head and threw it on the floor. Well this time I would have to use my mind completely. Anwita suddenly got mad at me and started being mean to me. I ran out of the room feeling worried about all of my friends. The library was one of my favorite school places. After reading, my mind calmed down and shushed my hard thoughts of sadness and despair. The rain was pouring like cracks and dogs. The ground started shaking. Earthquake!!!!!!
Lasting for 10 minutes it shook my delicate mind. Piecing it back together I had only one thought coming through my mind. I have to stop this!! I walked slowly to class, I was the only one not affected. Entering the room I yelled “Stop!!!!!!!” Everybody paused from their fighting/arguing. Like on a cue, a crash occurred from the window near Mr.Adams desk. Coming out from outside was an aqua unicorn. It was fascinating and very elegantly dressed. I adored its crystal white hair. Though it was raining it glowed and shimmered. Everybody was in a trance of gazing at it, even me. Returning out of the trance Mr.Adams asked the class what they should do. Some kids came up with a crazy idea to kill it. Others thought they could trap it and sell it for millions of dollars. I kept my eyes transfixed on it. I saw fright in the corner of its eyes. I slowly walked to it breathing calmly. I then saw kids reaching for it and trying to trap it. I had to yell again. Telling the class “ all of you should be ashamed of yourselves. The unicorn just came because she wanted everybody to stop fighting. Fighting can make you lose what is right in front of you. Nobody realizes the precious things in life because we are too blind to see what is right in front of us.” My speech was so moving. The unicorn inched closer to me. I had saved the day and just in time. That unicorn was pregnant and in labor at that second. That must have been why it was so upsetting. Anoushka, Anwita, Roshni, and I, all crowded around the unicorn to help get the babies out. After an hour our work was done. The unicorn had given birth to 3 adorable baby unicorns. That was a day nobody would probably forget.
The End
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