One Friday Night
This was no ordinary Friday and it didn’t just start yesterday. It actually started the last Monday. I was at my middle school in Mr. Gonzalez's classroom, a weird name right? You know I was just doing my business, putting off my late work from last week and just checking to see if there were any Pokemon in the classroom. Mr. Gonzales came up to me and took away my Galaxy s7 with no warning. He said I had to go to the office because I wasn’t paying attention. I was so paying attention, I was paying attention to the screen of my phone! Boy does Mr. Gonzales get on my nerves. I was told to go to the office so I left the classroom to go to the office, there was no way I was going to the office. He was out of his mind letting an eighth grader roam the halls. I knew this was my chance to become popular so I pulled the fire alarm and ran for the exit. I don’t think any one saw me
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I walked up to them because I couldn’t run and told them what I did at school. They said the principal said she was going to find the one who pulled the alarm and suspend them. I said she’s probably joking because it was just a prank and I didn’t harm anyone. I went home and my dad was mad at me, I was confused. My dad said he got a call about me ditching school and said I have to paint the garage for my punishment. The next day after school I got the paint and didn’t paint the garage but the dumb van my dad got last week. I felt it looked better in white instead of black but the paint didn’t stick to well to the vehicle's surface. My dad didn’t like the new paint job and grounded me for a month, sheesh no one can appreciate anything I do.
Now you know why I’m having a miserable friday, I’m grounded and now suspended from school which I’m glad because I hate school and that means less school for me. I’m just mad because I’m grounded and am treated like a criminal for the good I do and the funny jokes I
This lady always sweating me. “Where is your lanyard”? I quickly pull it out and start jetting for the stairs praying to god i get to put my things in my locker and make it to my seat before the bell. We had to be in our seats or we’ll get a tardy demerit that nobody wants. Demerits added up. If you had 4 demerits, it ended up with you in a 3 hour detention. I walk with a sense of urgency passed all teachers and students since we cannot run in the hallway or that ends in getting a demerit. Only if you get caught. I skip past all students trying to at least put my bag and jacket away. It’s 7:26am and I’m still trying to rush. Just in time I made it to my seat “Ding”. Saved by the bell. I go to school just looking forward to new knowledge, and my boys. The twins are my homies. The call them that cause they so identical you really could not tell them apart at all. Their real names was Demacio and Demario. Demario was the oldest by one whole minute. They were humble kids. They were only sophomores. Today I learnt more on the Trayvon Martin case. Y’all do not know about that unless i’m assuming. My boy was shot and killed because he looked suspicious. That’s very crazy how people think because we’re black that they should be scared. My guy only hand
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Today was so shitty it started out with my fight with me and brother he went thourgh my stuff when I told him not to and I got mad and yelled at him and now I'm grounded even though he went thourgh my shit -.-
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