We The Volunteers!

After having lunch, Alice and I returned to our class. It was our 7th hour—Mr. Nicholson’s class. Alice and I were playing a bingo game. Whenever we got bored in some classes, we often played bingo! Mr. Nicholson was there to teach us, but we were playing bingo instead. Even though I was playing the game with Alice, my mind kept thinking about him only!

“Hey, what happened to you, sweetie? Every time, you win the match, but why are you losing to me this time? Are you okay?” Alice asked me.

“Yes,” I replied.

A week went by, but I still couldn’t find him! I felt very sad. The moment I started worrying because I couldn’t find him, I realized I had fallen in love with him at first sight!

The next day in class, Mr. Long came to teach us. When other teachers were unwilling to come to our two sections, we got lucky to have a teacher like Mr. Long. Both Sections A and B liked him because he was very friendly and an excellent teacher. Thanks to him, we even started taking a slight interest in our studies! Alice and I were like his favorite students. His classes were always very interesting and helpful. So, we were excited every time we saw his name on our timetable.

Even though this was a very important year for us to pass the college entrance exam, we truly enjoyed his classes. They were never boring! He was very talented and knew how to handle students well.

But today, Mr. Long came to our class and said, “I’m not going to take a class now. Our department is conducting a meeting tomorrow about the special classes, so I need to make arrangements today. I need five students from this class.”

When he mentioned the special classes, we all screamed at the top of our lungs! Special classes were awful!

Mr. Long chose Alice, me, and three others from our class to help, along with some students from Section B. Andrew was one of them. After assigning us tasks, Mr. Long went to the office. Although none of us liked the idea of special classes, we were willing to help because Mr. Long was going to supervise them.

We all started working in the meeting room. Among the 10 volunteers, I noticed someone was missing. I asked Andrew, “All five students from our class are here, but where’s the missing one from your class?”

He said, “Oh, he went to the office with Mr. Long.”

We continued arranging everything, and eventually, we finished, except for decorating the board. Alice and I agreed to handle that. But I was really tired and couldn’t do any more work. So, I told Alice to decorate the board while I sat down on a chair opposite it. Alice went to bring some colored chalks from the class, leaving me alone in the room.