Part 2: Trouble Stirs

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At school I hid myself as if I were a mouse. I daydream into my on world distracting myself from anything the teacher says. The teacher doesn't understand either. Living with this book has caused my life to be as zig zaggy as it is now.

All he does is scream at me for not paying attention but what he doesn't know is that most of them time I'm to busy gazing off for him to know I'm alert listening to his lectures. Having a staring contest with the air isn't the only thing I do in my classes. I have to continue reading the book.

One day it'll pay off. If not it probably wont matter because Kirk and his posse might have murdered me by then. For now I'll sit in history class and fascinate myself with words on paper. Pretty much no one can stop me. Mr. Beau (history teacher)is less likely to come and take it so... I'm careless.

Besides the only time I pay attention is when I'm in a subject I actually like. Literature, English things of that matter. I'm failing in every other class at the moment and I'm just afraid that my parents will take the book from me.

"ANG! I WANT YOU TO PAY ATTENTION! YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE FAILING THIS CLASS! HAVEN'T YOU NOTICED! NOW PASS ME THAT BOOK!," Mr.Beau scolded. This time I actually heard him. Surprisingly. The only problem was I couldn't stop. My mind was captured by the book. You see what I mean by this book causing problem.

"PASS ME THE BOOK," he repeated as he reached for the book. As his hand got closer I grabbed it and twisted it his arm. " AHHHH! YOUNG MAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he questioned in confusion. After a few seconds my arm and mind connected. Finally. I gazed at his arm, let go, grabbed my things, and left the class.

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