Your face is a story I can't begin to read You amaze me You're what I'd like to be It's a mystery the history behind your eyes Your face is a story Your life is a book And all the glory of knowing you
By Lunchtime Madison had, unfortunately (for us), not gotten suspended or expelled. After lunch, though, we found out that a new student would be coming into our class. He/ she will come tomorrow after lunch. I was excited.