I am Predator

Aitch

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes I am sure."

"Sending him to grade two."

"We have to get it ready to fight them."

"What ever you say boss."

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It smells like feces In here.

Why would the school tell me to go to grade two? Surely it wasn't because I drew that picture of that teacher...(I wondered if Mrs.Homes was mad).

 Anyway, I don't know why the school is thinking but i think I can finally learn something useful in the rest of the year.

"Children!" yelled Mr.States, "we have a student transfer to our class."

"Who?" jeered Brian, "that short kid?"

Everyone thought that was the funniest joke on the world and started laughing (well exept me because I didn't think it was funny)

"Now now," replied Mr.States as he raised up his hands, hopefully to calm the crowd "Be nice to this smart kid, he's supposed to be in kindergarten but he was so smart that he was transferred to our class.

Brian was standing up to make fun of me again, "I think he should go back to preschool and cry to his mommy that he was actually stupid---ow!"

A blow across the face.

"%$#@" yelled Brian, screaming in pain as he was ready to strike at Bianca.

Bianca was a 7 year-old, middle sized girl, with jet dark hair, brown eyes and a violent side.

"STOP IT THIS MOMENT!" yelled Mr. States at the top of his lungs. "Brian and Bianca, go to the principal's office!"

A blush raced across Brian's face as he looked at the rest of his classmates sending oral messages to his gang, probably saying "We're going to get revenge"

"Aitch, sorry about them, they're probably jealous of your 'brains' because you skipped 2 grades, but anyways, WELCOME TO GRADE 2!"

First impression = no

If I'm going to get bullied, I will have to demolish the bully before he can get another go at me.

But to the more important topic.

"What are we going to learn this year?"

A disappointed look came on his face.

"What do you want to learn?" he sighed "I would be more than happy to teach to your requirements."