Writing+From+a+List


 * Narah's Writing From a List**

As my art teacher(from Korea) walked of my house, I quickly nudged Rachel, my cousin, who also took the private art lesso "Hurry! Let's go //now//!!" I exclaimed, eyes pointing towards the door. Rachel just answered by running towards the door, and opening it. I hurried after her. We could still see her, walking calmly, but hurrying. I whispered to Rachel and told her to wait until she was out of sight. We watched the teacher, silently and professionally, just like spies until she vanished around the corner. We didn't need communication. We hurried right after our beloved art teacher, The secret spies hid behind thing after thing until there wasn't much more to hide behind. Without thinking, we hid behind the traffic light. Suddenly, she turned around. We both knew our art teacher just __knew__ something was going on, because this happens every time she come over to teach us.