Rebirth at the Age of Nine and Starting a New Life in 2010

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar desk, the drool left by a deep sleep still remained on my delicate arms. The desk had scratches, multiplication tables, and English words all over it. There was still wet snot covered in scratch paper in the drawer. Ignoring my feelings, I looked around and saw nothing but little carrot heads. I felt surprised. Am I back in elementary school? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.