"He did it again" I told Mr. Brender "He ate my homework." "And why did he do that?" Said Mr. Brender. "I don't know, he is a dog." I replied in an all too familiar tone. "Well, it sounds like you need more time in class to work, so you can get your work done." Mr. Brender replied.
As the bell rings for 3rd hour, I groan. "I can't take any more of this school. Why do these teachers hate me?" I mumble.
Suddenly, I hear a bone-chilling voice calling my name. "Mr. Lamar!" calls the superintendent, "To my office, now!" I slink over to the superintendent, wondering what I did now.
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I'm Stupid
Teen FictionA story about a boy with ADHD who is suicidal, but tries to overcome it with his friends. He learns, that in fact, he can do it. He can overcome his sorrow and shame.
