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"Aaaaaahhhhh!
I can't take it!
I did it again!!!"
I'm always doing this.
I forgot my project for school again.
Yeah, I go to this real tough school called Oxford Academy.
I live in Orange County, or as many other people call it, the O.C..
I left my report at home again, and I live so close to school...
My partners are gonna kill me for this.
Again.
After lunch came 7th period, Art.
I came in, and one of my partners named Todd Shinto spoke to me.
"Hey, you, you ain't part of our group until you finish that report."
"I know, I'll take notes during class.
Hey, I get an hour and a half; good for you, eh, Todd?"
The end of the next day, 6th period, I was called to the front office.
I mean, I may not turn anything in, but I'm not a delinquent.
"You are to hand this note to Ahish Patel in your current class.
You have history now, do you not?
Anyway, Give this to him ASAP.
In fact, I give you permission to interrupt Mrs. Vosskuhler.
Now, go."
My eyes turned dark as night.
I did what I did after that, almost like I was programmed.
For a short period of time, I didn't speak.
I barely felt like breathing.
I returned to class.
Ashis Patel was sitting in the front desk in the center column.
He was a 14 year old kid from India with a goatee.
He was scary at first glance, but I had him as a classmate last year.
I handed him the note.
"Hey, thanks man.
Do you know what this is for?"
I walked to my desk without letting out a peep.
"Hey, Enrique, you awake?"
I did everything I was told.
I couldn't really feel any emotions.
The book we were reading, titled Johnny Tremain, was a very sad book.
The main character's best friend had died in the Revolutionary war, and his last words were "A man can stand up..."
Nearly everyone began crying, except for me.
At 2:45, the end of SSR on Friday, the bell rang.
It woke me from my "emotionless sleep".
My eyes returned to normal.
I had taken everything in.
Then I said everything and did all the things I wanted to do for that day in a very short period of time.
As I was walking towards the parking lot to look for my mother's car, the Principal caught me by surprise.
She was standing right in my face.
She was abnormally short, and her head only reached my shoulders, yet she was only thirty.
"I need to speak to you again.
In private."
I told her that I needed to contact my mom so that she'd know I'd be late, but she insisted that I keep my phone in my pocket.
"Son, you are remarkably inteligent, yet you lack great athletic ability.
You are to contact me by your phone every night at 8:00.
Here's my number."
I read the card that she handed me.
It read 555-5555.
'I should've seen this coming.'
"I will give you a free plan to get you into shape."
I left school with a blank stare in on my expressionless face.
I can't take it!
I did it again!!!"
I'm always doing this.
I forgot my project for school again.
Yeah, I go to this real tough school called Oxford Academy.
I live in Orange County, or as many other people call it, the O.C..
I left my report at home again, and I live so close to school...
My partners are gonna kill me for this.
Again.
After lunch came 7th period, Art.
I came in, and one of my partners named Todd Shinto spoke to me.
"Hey, you, you ain't part of our group until you finish that report."
"I know, I'll take notes during class.
Hey, I get an hour and a half; good for you, eh, Todd?"
The end of the next day, 6th period, I was called to the front office.
I mean, I may not turn anything in, but I'm not a delinquent.
"You are to hand this note to Ahish Patel in your current class.
You have history now, do you not?
Anyway, Give this to him ASAP.
In fact, I give you permission to interrupt Mrs. Vosskuhler.
Now, go."
My eyes turned dark as night.
I did what I did after that, almost like I was programmed.
For a short period of time, I didn't speak.
I barely felt like breathing.
I returned to class.
Ashis Patel was sitting in the front desk in the center column.
He was a 14 year old kid from India with a goatee.
He was scary at first glance, but I had him as a classmate last year.
I handed him the note.
"Hey, thanks man.
Do you know what this is for?"
I walked to my desk without letting out a peep.
"Hey, Enrique, you awake?"
I did everything I was told.
I couldn't really feel any emotions.
The book we were reading, titled Johnny Tremain, was a very sad book.
The main character's best friend had died in the Revolutionary war, and his last words were "A man can stand up..."
Nearly everyone began crying, except for me.
At 2:45, the end of SSR on Friday, the bell rang.
It woke me from my "emotionless sleep".
My eyes returned to normal.
I had taken everything in.
Then I said everything and did all the things I wanted to do for that day in a very short period of time.
As I was walking towards the parking lot to look for my mother's car, the Principal caught me by surprise.
She was standing right in my face.
She was abnormally short, and her head only reached my shoulders, yet she was only thirty.
"I need to speak to you again.
In private."
I told her that I needed to contact my mom so that she'd know I'd be late, but she insisted that I keep my phone in my pocket.
"Son, you are remarkably inteligent, yet you lack great athletic ability.
You are to contact me by your phone every night at 8:00.
Here's my number."
I read the card that she handed me.
It read 555-5555.
'I should've seen this coming.'
"I will give you a free plan to get you into shape."
I left school with a blank stare in on my expressionless face.
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