Zoe’s Good Morning

Zoe went to her boring school. She couldn’t wait to graduate. She waited for the yellow school bus to arrive. She thought about her teacher. She hated her viscious teacher and her teacher hated Zoe too.
The rain tipped down onto Zoe’s bag, weighing it down more and more. At that moment, the school bus flew past the stop and blasted into pieces. How did that happen?…

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