Yesterday
Yesterday was no different from the usual day, it was just as simple and I was only worried about not forgetting to do my English homework. The day started in the morning, as expected, but I was late, because I went to bed very late, but I was still on time and not late for math class, I was worried that they would scold me, but luckily our teacher was replaced by another teacher, I was happy , I hate that teacher. It was lunchtime, the lessons were over, and as usual I took my friend home and went to my house, I rested and ate. Yesterday, unfortunately, they canceled an additional history class, so from three to five I sat at drawing. At the drawing I saw a boy, his name was Arystanbek, I was surprised, my friend has the same surname, it was surprising, I did not think that such a name can be found nowadays. The boy drew amazingly beautifully, it shocked me and I said that he draws beautifully, to which he replied I know and I draw since childhood. It wasn't pleasant. But I did not pay attention to it, I only cared about how I draw, I was very sad, because that boy drew better than me, I was not jealous, I realized that it was my own fault, that how I draw. It's sad, and when I got home I ate and went to bed, very early, at 7 pm, but okay. I want to sleep when I'm sad, to forget about everything and not to think about anything.