Suddenly there was no beach, no wave, no surfboard, just a classroom full of math students, and they were all staring at me.
"Um can you please repeat the question?" I asked.
Pathagorean theorem.
"Thats a question" I asked.
The classroom erupted in laughter.
I turned at least 3 shades of red. Im busted I thought. Caught daydreaming.
"Melissa will you share with Miles here the Pathagorean theorem please"
"A squared plus b squared equals c squared" she practically sang out.
Melissa always had the answers and loved it when someone else did not.
I dont like to call people names but if you look up the definition of teacher pet, her picture comes up.
Ring
Finally the school bell rings. Freedom, you can hold me no longer with your wooden doors and small classroom windows. I am free to run my toes through the...
Snow? Ug reality. Im not a famous surfer. I dont live in Hawii, and sadly Im not married to Selena Gomez.
Im Mikes Austin from a small town in central Iowa. Im 10 but my dad says Im 10 going on 16 , so thats an old 10 right.
School is out for the day, I sling my back pack over my shoulder and head for the door.
The icy wind hits my face like a thousand needles. Great I thought what a day to forget my ski mask Im gonna have to get home fast there must be a storm coming.
Well you know what that means oh you don't? Well any northerner knows when you gotta get somewhere fast in the snow its time to bumper ski. Simply put you grab the bumper of some unsuspecting car hold on and pray for no dry spots. Now to find that unsuspecting car. Ah there it is my perfect target, Mrs Simms one of my buddys grandma and shes heading where I want to go. The only problem is shes a block ahead of me. Well I have to get to that car so I start running, now I know Im not the smartest kid in school (that would be MELISSA blah blah blah miss patagorem theorem yuck) but I know better than to run in the snow, but like I said I'm not the smartest.
So Im like the road runner running from the coyote, running down the sidewalk towards Mrs Simms car, I can picture a piano falling from the sky barely missing me and crushing my foe behind me.
As I run I start sidestepping left and right avoiding would be tacklers on my way to a record breaking touchdown run. I shuffle to the left down to the 10 studderstep to the right down to the 5 a wall of defenders appears in front of me I lower my shoulder, its me vs them and I will not be denied I throw all my bodyweight and crash into the endzone head first, the crowd goes crazy having witnessed my record breaking run, I of course break into my touchdown dance
Boy what in the world is wrong with you?
