A weekly diary of changing places, 600 words, primary school

Change seats

When get out of class was over at noon, the teacher announced: Change seats! I was very happy after hearing the news, and I could finally escape the attack of the two boys.

Teacher Zhu called out a few poor students and noisy people. Those who were not good at studying sat in the first group, and the second group included good students, some bad students, and noisy students... After we arranged the seats, there were a few "idiots" behind who didn't tell the teacher. Said they didn't have a seat yet.

The whole class already has their own "throne", but I feel like I have a "trash can"-like seat. The originally happy and laughing face immediately turned into a crestfallen face. I was so angry that the teacher asked me to have sex with a bad boy. I hated sitting with boys before, but now I was asked to sit with this "beater". Who offended whom in my previous life? God wants to do this to me.

Time flies and the first class in the afternoon arrives. I beg Teacher Zhu to help me change my seat, but the teacher doesn’t respond at all. I had no choice but to end up defeated, with a downcast face and an expressionless expression.

Today is such a tragedy. Unexpectedly, the seats are getting worse and worse!