Faith's point of veiw.
"Class. Please take your seats. Sit in the cake with your name on it." I hear my teacher say as I look around at the chairs. I sit down and look at who I'm sitting by the girl who brought up my mom and Eliza.
"We are doing a craft today that you can give to your mother," She stops and looks at me. "Or father. We will be making a painting of a butterfly, at the bottom of the page it will say the year and your name. Okay?" Mrs. Carl looks at us.
"Okay." A majority of the class replied.
"Okay, Faith will you pass out the papers?" She says looking right at me.
"Yes ma'am." I say quickly passing out the papers. Everyone begin once they had a paper. I sat down and started painting. I looked at my butterfly. I used to much paint and it just looked like a blob. Oh well to late. I let it dry then painted my name at the bottom writing 2010. We did some other projects then school was over. I saw my dads car pull up and he opened the door.