"What's the motto that we use?" Miss Anderson questions.
My hand reaches for the stars while everyone else remains slouched in their seats.
For once I actually know the answer to a question! I deserve the freaking Nobel prize or some crap.
"Mr Henderson? I'm surprised!" A shocked expression overtakes the woman's face.
"So am I." I reply, earning a few laughs around the room.
"So what is it?"
Crap, what was it again? Something about staying somewhere and doing something?
"Stay in drugs and don't do school!" I blurt out in a hurry.
To my utter confusion, the mass of kids in the classroom begin to snort and laugh and giggle like a pack of hyenas.
I look up at Miss A, only to see her trying to hold back her laughter.
I sink down into my seat as I try to work out what set off the ticking time bombs around me.
"What's so funny?" I mumble, ashamed of myself. Even the teacher was laughing at me.
It's when I go over my words that my mistake dawns on me.
This only succeeds in making my face turn a shade of firetruck red as I sink further down in my seat with a hand over my face.
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RandomA collection of the little fishes that swim around in my head. Some people call them quotes, short stories, poems, rants etc. They distract me when I'm supposed to be doing 'important' things like homework or cleaning my room. All rights reserved...
