五年级下册放学后教室里的场景英语作文
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篇1
    The Final Bell
    The final bell rings at 3:15pm, signaling the end of another school day. I close my English textbook and stuff it into my backpack along with my notebooks, pencil case, and snack baggie. Mrs. Thompson dismisses us by rows and I shuffle out into the hallway with the rest of my class.
    The corridor is a chaotic mess of shouting kids rushing to get outside or to their afterschool activities. I push through the crowd towards my classroom, dodging elbows and backpacks. When I finally make it back, the room is almost empty except for a few stragglers packing up.
    Tommy is still at his desk, carefully putting each color pencil back into his pencil case one
by one. He takes his time with everything and is usually the last one out. Claire is hovering by Mrs. Thompson's desk, waiting for her to initial the reading log she just finished. Amanda is searching under the radiator for her missing hair tie.
    "Did you check by your desk?" I ask her. She nods, her blonde hair falling in her face.
    "I looked everywhere! I just had it for gym class."
    I scan the floor around her desk area and spot a tangle of gold threads under her chair. "There it is!" I retrieve the hair tie and hand it to her.
sort of后面接什么    "My hero!" She grins and gathers her hair into a ponytail. "Thanks Jacob!"
    The classroom looks so different now that it's empty. With no one seated at the desks and no lessons on the board, it feels sort of abandoned and sad. Our handmade poetry books are displayed on the window sills, their construction paper covers decorated with glued-on stickers and drawings. The vocabulary words we've been studying are still written on the chalkboard in neat rows. I'll have to recopy those into my notebook before they get e
rased.
    At the back counter, there's a plastic tub filled with the simple machines we made last week out of popsicle sticks, rubber bands, and paper clips. My lever catapult is the one with the red rubber band. It was really hard to get the mechanics right so it would actually launch the little cups. Mrs. Thompson says we're going to launch candy in a contest at the end of the unit. That will be a nice treat!
    Our classroom library corner is a mess, with books scattered all over the beanbags and carpet. No one ever re-shelves the books they take out. I should probably spend a few minutes putting them back in the right bins. I like being a library helper - it's a good excuse to browse all the new titles that come in.
    I wander over to the guinea pig cage to say hi to Nibbles. The poor thing looks bored, just munching on a piece of carrot all alone. Mrs. Thompson always leaves the radio on for him over the weekend but he must get awfully lonely with no kids around to play with him and take him out.
    Out in the hallway, I can hear the loud echoes of basketballs bouncing in the gym, shouts and whistles from the sports practices happening after school. Down the other end, there's singing and piano scales coming from the music room. The janitors are already roaming with their carts and vacuum cleaners, picking up the day's disarray.
    Amanda has found her hair tie and is heading for the door, dodging Mrs. Thompson's outstretched hand trying to give her a late homework pass. I still need to gather my things but I just want to linger a little longer in the stillness of the empty classroom. It feels like a whole different world in here, separate from the noisy chaos outside.
    Claire is still standing by Mrs. Thompson's desk, urgently waving her reading log. "Please Mrs. Thompson! Just one initial and I'll have a free pizza owed to me by the Book It! program!"
    "Alright, alright! Let me dig out that " Mrs. Thompson starts rummaging through the drawers of her desk.
    Tommy has moved on from his pencil case and is now carefully re-tying each individual knot on his shoelaces. His attention to detail is impressive but also why he's always the last one ready.
    I grab my jacket off the hook and shrug it on, preparing for the frigid blast of cold air that always hits when you leave the school building. As I'm zipping up, something rolls out of the pocket and thumps on the floor. It's my brand new Bakugan! I got the special chrome Percival model in the mail from my cousin yesterday. He's the best - I'll have to send him a thank-you note this weekend.
    "Ooh, let me see!" Tommy hops up from tying his shoes and rushes over, crouching down to admire the Bakugan in my hand. Soon Claire and Mrs. Thompson have joined us, oohing and ahhing over the cool detailing.

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