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Why I Hate Extra Credit

I hate school.

And that's me being nice.

School nowadays is a type of an environment where you either dominate or be dominated.

Meaning, either you got stupid people that push you around just for the heck of it, or you got girls so desperate to climb the social ladder they bully any girl who might be a threat.

And when you're in a situation where someone pushes you in the hall, and you can't say watch it without stuttering like someone trying to rap and failing, it's a little tough.

So instead, I push them back when they're not looking. Though immature, it's immensely satisfying.

But it's not just the kids. It's the teachers too.

All of them were given a letter by my mother that I have a speech disability. Which is true.

Sort of.

But the worst is when you get a new teacher and you have to stutter ridiculously to have to explain. Or have another kid do it for you, which is even more embarrassing.

And when we need to do a speech, I have to do an extra credit thing. Most kids are jealous I get out of doing speeches, but I'd rather do a speech than a ten paragraph essay on photosynthesis. Hmph.

Anyway, me and Thomas were headed towards the only period we have together. Third Hour History.

History has to be the most boring class ever. I like history itself, but the way the teacher drawls on and on, it makes you want to fall asleep standing up.

I sat in my desk, and Thomas smiled and then sat in his desk at the front of the room. He was a trouble maker, so the teacher put him up there to watch him. I was in the back corner, just where I liked it.

Mr. Fredericks stood at the front of the room. He was a portly man, with glasses that could rival Radar's.

He cleared his throat. "Good morning, class." He got a few murmurs of greetings in response. Then began his hour long, super boring, seemingly all day, forever snore snore class. The only thing that really caught my attention was when he said we will be doing speeches on our favorite parts in history. It sounded super fun to do something like this, and then my heart sunk to the bottom of my chest. I can't do speeches.

After he went on and on about the requirements and stuff, I felt sadder and sadder. Stupid stutter. The bell sounded, the sound I'd come to enjoy. I was about to pack up when the teacher requested me and Thomas to stay behind.

I should've expected this. I need extra credit, but what surprised me what that he had Thomas stay behind as well.

I approached his desk, and Thomas, looking confused, came up next to me.

Mr. Fredericks looked at me first. "Since I know you won't be doing a speech, Miss Hollins, I have extra credit I want you to do. And you will be doing it with Thomas, who needs to make up his grade. A C Plus? Is that all you can do Mr. Hollins?" Thomas shuffled his feet.

"You two will be researching the history of the town. It's very interesting, and I imagine you'll like it, Carol." I don't like people using my actual name. It's kind of weird. I nodded my understanding.

"Carol, you will type the speech, and Thomas will present it. But, you both need to do the research. It will be at least three pages long. Understood?" I nodded again, and Thomas groaned.

"What was that, Mr. Hollins?" Thomas sighed. "Nothing, sir." "Good. I will see you two tomorrow."

I walked out with Thomas, and the minute I walked out, I frowned, and stared daggers at Thomas.

He looked sheepish. "What? I thought you knew I was getting a c plus. Didn't mom tell you?" I rolled my eyes, and did the 'really' look again.

"Okay, so I didn't tell you. I had no idea we'd be working together, though." Thomas shrugged. "Where are we going to research about the town?"

I tapped my chin, and then I quickly pulled on his shirt. I went over to a sign in school, and pointed to what it said.

Thomas came up, and read it.

"Library. School or town, though?"

I pointed out the door, and he grinned. "Town it is."

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Hey guys! Sorry, but the book will be delving into the plot pretty quick, so get ready for lots of action!

-Clo