Ch. 5- Tuesday (Part 2)

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"Now that you're all seated, I wanted to tell you that we have lunch C."

It took everyone two seconds to finally realize what we have been trying to hear for weeks.

"YYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!" Everyone screamed. There was hugging, screaming, jumping. There was not 1 eighth grader that wasn't happy. Well... Maybe besides that quiet girl named Assly who sits in the back. I saw Mrs. Dopeyna give a little smirk. Her smirks make me happy.

She settled us down and she began her lesson. She was still teaching us how to wash our hands because for some reason, there are people in our class who don't know how to. Smh.

"So you need to wash up to..." I heard her say, until I finally put my head down and took a nap.

I picked up my head and I looked at the time. 12:55. I raised my hand.

"Yes, Darnell?"
"Since you don't know when lunch C is and since I'm you're favorite student, can I go to Mr. Erspyk's class to ask?"
"Yes, I suppose so."

As I ran to his classroom, it came to me. SHE ADMITTED I'M HER FAVORITE!!! I jumped with joy and I opened the door.

"Mr. Erspyk.."
"Yes, sir?"
"Mrs. Dopeyna wanted to know when you go to lunch."
"1:08"
"K, thank you."

On my way out I saw Jared and Juan.

"Darnell, Jared wants the dick."
"I swear you guys are gay."

I walked out like that didn't happen and I thought to myself. 1:08 is too fucking close to the lunch time, everyone is gonna be there and there's gonna be a line.

"So what time?" Mrs. Dopeyna asked.
"1:05." I felt like the Grinch, with that smile. You're welcome Gabriella. You could've waited in that long musky line.

After she finished class she said we're dismissed and with me naturally being the fastest, I got there first. Nickel just skipped the line anyway.
I swear one day I will just hit him with something and walk away.

When a couple more friends got in, I asked where they sat. The same fucking table, so unique. I sat with Anne, Stan, and Jace.

When I saw Jace, the first thing that came in my mind was a joke he made about guppies slurping spaghetti. That joke swam through my head all day. (Get it? Another joke? Yeah, I like telling jokes. Laughing is fun.) Lunch ended and I headed to Mrs. Ermill's class.

I didn't remember much besides him giving homework and me not doing it.

When I got to Mr. Onwils' class be said we were gonna start doing graffiti. I did not wanna do that shit from scratch. Class ended and I went to Mr. White's class to do me a favor. I wanted him to turn in the form to join our school newspaper.

After that, I went to Mr. Encull's class for Game Club. We went to the cafeteria and had our snack.( Mine is still in my backpack because I don't eat fake Rice Krispies...) We headed to the Media Center to play games. I wanted to play Exploding Kittens, but a bunch of douchebags took all the spots. I decided to play with Brandy and Cole.

We played some weird roleplaying Superhero-Supervillain game. It was fun but slow. My dad picked my up early to go practice for soccer tryouts, which were on Wednesday. I told Mr. Ermill, which wasn't very smart because he said he'd talk to my dad.

"What's there to talk about?"
"Oh you'll see."
"I have a B in your class so I'm not concerned."
"That's what you think."

We entered the office where my dad was waiting. My dad and Mr Ermill started talking.

"Your son is a great kid. Participating, debating, he even proved me wrong sometimes." He says.
"I'm flattered." I mumble.
"Thank you sir, it's because of your wonderful teaching."

They finish it off with a handshake and we leave.

"Since its raining, I can't train you. This is all you."
"Wow. So helpful..."

He drops me off at home, turns around, and drives to Home Depot.

I do my homework, eat pizza, take a shower, watch Family Guy, brush my teeth and go to bed, while I'm on YouTube. Then I fall asleep.🐒🐮

Well Tuesday was quick and kinda cheesy but I'm trying to go pretty fast. Stay tuned for Wednesday Part 1, because there's a lot more introduced- more characters, activities, and action.

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