My name is Wang Yue, I am 15 years old, and I am in the seventh grade of the second grade of junior high school.
Today is another unhappy day, because the bald Muggle (the Muggle is our math teacher, who wears glasses and has no hair on his head, and whose face is dark every day, as if I owe him a million) told me in class this afternoon that he would have to take an exam to separate classes next Wednesday. I hate it so much.
I was so annoyed that it was snowing when I came back from school. I didn't bring a raincoat (who knew it would snow suddenly, something was wrong), and then I rode back in the snow, and my whole face was almost frozen.
I was not happy at all, especially when I saw Madara hiding in bed reading novels. He was reading novels on his cell phone all day long. He was so annoyed that I lifted the quilt and snatched the cell phone away. This is my cell phone!
"What are you doing? You're sick!" He stared at me dissatisfied.
Purpose: Write a novel