The real me

Class with morons

I went to school walking it's not far from where I live a little less than a half a mile away far school. Right now social studies with my earbuds in since I'm the smartest kid I got to do something other students didn't. And the fact that most teachers liked me a lot better than other students in my class. The bell had just rung and signaled me that I had a free period. Since I had time to do any thing I want to do I get went to the library and read some books that interest me. I usually sit in the bean bag near the window to look at what we were going to do for P.E. today and lucky for me we had to run the mile. God or Devil help me I hate running its just a waste of energy. At least I have it last class now back to my book.

All to soon the bell rings snapping me out of reading mode. Now time for ELA with morons that can't even spell any other words than sex,dick,pussy,drugs, and football. God why is life a pain in the ass. Mr. Goodson my favorite teacher has a soft side for me because he has a gay brother in New York. He hates most kids in the class their just dumb homophobic's, red necks that like to bully me. I usually sit near the front where the teacher see everything. As I got my homework out a crumbed piece of paper sits on my dest. As I being to open the paper a few snickers come from the dumb side of the class room or the dumb half as I like to call it. See Mr.Goodson has the smart people separated from the dumb people. This makes them have to do work and not copy from us smart people.

Dear Adam

We the popular class have made the choice to give you the name lonely fag. Why you ask? Its because you are nothing more than a ugly looking fag that deserves to die. Nobody in their right mind would look at you worthless piece of shit. Even your parents think your an abomination you ruined their life by being born. You are nothing but a nobody to the school. And you still have to do our homework if not than things will not be pretty.

By the Jocks and the Cheerleaders

They aren't original they have said that for about 10 times in a month. Well except the part about my parents maybe the were right they were young when they had me. I may have ruined their life's by bing born they could have been free from having to take care of a child at a young age. As these thoughts flood in my head tears start to form around my eyes. I can't believe that I ruin the life of my parents they could have been happily married to some other person and not being forced to take care of me as young adults. Suddenly the paper is snatched from my hands and I come face to face with Mr. Goodson as he his face turns from curious to ready to murder someone.

"Mr.Jackson,Ms.Nelson,Mr.Foster,and Ms.Brown this is bulling you don't have a single idea what he has to live with at home. He may have bad family problems at home and your not helping the problem. Now I want all four of you to right a 600 word essay about your shitty life's. And after school for the rest of the 2 months we have left you will sever a 2 hour detention. Am I clear!" " Yes sir" all of them said a the same time. But Jack was the only one to keep quiet and if theirs anything that Mr.Goodson hates its when someone doesn't obeys his orders. Suddenly Jack stand up and stars to speak.

"I Jack Foster have nothing to regret and completely think all those things I said about Mr. Johnson are correct. He is a complete nobody and he is a loser and he is the ugliest kid in school." I was about to cry when Mr.Goodson said " Look the jock knows how to speak his mind and he isn't thinking about about sex with girls for once. Shouldn't you be fuck some girl in the janitors room. We all know that you just think about sex and nothing but sex. You have to raise you grade to start passing my class." Before he could get another word out the bell rang and everyone ran to the door to spread the new gossip.

"Mr.Johnson please stay for a few moments after the bell please." Well we learned nothing today after Mr.Goodson and Jack in each other there throats ready to kill each other. As the last student left I walked to the teachers desk. "You wanted to see me Mr. Goodson." " Adam how long have you done the work for those morons and tell me the truth!" Well I'm in trouble might as well tell him the truth." Ever since 6th grade sir. They forced me to do it they said that if I didn't do it they would hit me." I just stood their waiting for a response from him he just looked like he was thinking about what I had jus told him." Adam you need to stand up for yourself and don't let let any of those dumb buffoons get to you. Now I have to ask you a question and please tell me the truth. Okay."

I just nod not wanting to be yell at." When was the last time they hurt you Adam?" Let me think" About a week ago when I forget to do their homework they were piss at me." If I told him that the last time they hit me was yesterday than he would want to see the bruises on my body. And I can't lit him see the cuts I've made on my body ever since my mom left." Okay just be more careful around them and if you do their homework again tell me so I can do something about it. You can leave now Adam. Have a good day Adam."

I just nod and leave his class and head off to me next class