A Day in A Victorian School

My life is all bad luck.Our family it's poor and we need to ask too rich people,but from ten people,only two gave us money and they didn't gave us a lot.If we have luck, we could eat a piece of bread.School is awful,boring and strict.We couldn't do anything.We couldn't talk in class, in lunch, in ANYTHING except in breach.We haved only one subject... wood-work. It's boring doing the same thing every day of the week.When I went to my house I didn't do much because I was tired and as you now I am poor.I arrive to my house and go to bed, but my bed wasn't soft, it was bad but I prefer something than anything.

And That's my life.

Don't stop writing.