Once upon a time in St. John’s School in London, I had forgotten to do my homework. The next day at school, my friends asked me a question about the homework. I was so scared that my friends would find out that I didn’t do my homework.
I said a different answer. They found out. They told the teacher, but he didn’t believe them. Then I had to share. I ran to my bag, and pulled out any random piece of paper. What I didn’t know was that it was a note from my mum. As I got inside I read it aloud, “Dear Mr. Fletcher, Luke did not do his homework.” Everyone laughed at me. So I had to do two pieces of homework.