Broken...
Can't blame me for not remembering. We had a test this morning and I failed it. The teacher asked why and I told him I can't remember anything from yesterday. Everything's turning dark again. I'm about to black out. The next thing I know I'm in science again. I guess my other side hates science. Besides the music, I here munching and static next to me. Most smartest in everything, I think, is eating hot fries. My favorite, but I won't ask for any. Suddenly, a pain burst though my stomach. And I don't think it's about food. Slowly, the pain is being erased. It feels like a bone jabbing me inside. I'm bored so I started playing with the tape on my iPod. The line comes off sticky. I throw it to the next to me. Oscar, a guy the teacher called out, writes with his left and takes forever.
"My grandma works faster than this." The teacher said. Everyone burst in laughter. The teacher is kinda fun but if you get on his bad side, you're not going to make. He has a rage side that scares me but sometimes I'm to angry to even care. The bell is about to ring and I'll be in my favorite period of all. Lunch. Yummy.
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