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Hey! ADAM, are you going to school today?" shouted Angie. Angie is my best friend since I came in the system . I think she's the only one who's my real  friend, because I have a disorder called heterchomia. Which is having two different eye colors. My right eye is brown and my left is blue ,I'm constantly bullied because of this. Frankin wennie Is like my stage name whenever I go to school,because i also have these grey hairs. Making me look older then I look.....how great right?"Hey! are you even listening to me?" she asked. " Oh yeah,sure" I replied. "Well you should come regularly, you're really smart..." she said.

I froze, and stared at her. She reminded me of my sister Venus,because she would always nitpick at me for the littlest things. It annoyed the hell out of me but I knew it was for a reason."Would you mind stop staring at me, it's weird .."she whispered. My emotion changed real quick at this moment I felt nervous, a hint of anxiety perhaps. "oh sorry, I was day dreaming" I said. Then soon after, she bust out laughing and I joined her. " You're weird Mr. Maxwell"she giggled. I couldn't tell if this was real or not. It felt like it came straight out some romantic movie.

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Good Morning! students. Are you ready to learn?" Ms. love shouted. As I walked into the class all of the heads turned as I walked in. "Oh Mr.Maxwell, you finally decided to join us." she whispered. I sat in the back, because as usually people were either asking me what's wrong with my eyes or just staring at me." I do like attention but not as much as this" I whispered.

"OK, when combining light terms you always....." she asked. The class were lost, nobody said anything, until I jumped up and said " Have to have the same variables, in order to combine them. Like, 1x or (x) for short can combine with 4x because they're light terms." " Well, said Maxwell." Ms. Love replied. Everyone stared at me,depending on me to answer on every question.

Eventually, the class was over, everyone was so anxious to get out and go to their next class. "You have a test coming up so study .Maxwell will you stay for just a sec?" she asked. I panicked because I didn't know What she wanted." You have talent, you're smart, why don't you come to school often? " she asked. I looked down, " I don't know, it reminds me of the kid I was a few years back." I said. She gasped " I'm sorry,I asked. I didn't mean to remind you of ...." I just stared at her, as if she really wanted me to say it, BUT i kept quiet until it got really awkward . I just shook it off, and said "WOW!this got really awkward. ...I'll see you tomorrow. " She laughed, "Everything will be fine, if you need anyone to talk to I'm here." I quickly left out of the classroom,because I hated when people have me sympathy.

The next class I had was Mr. Pokerisk, I think that's Russian . He was our English teacher, I didn't really remember his class that much. All I knew was we discussed a lot of things , like "does being rich makes you happy?" or like "is there such thing as world peace/harmony?" things that encourage or like he says "enhances your vocabulary" so that one day we may speak formal or sophisticated. I normally don't participate because it draws a lot of conflict, based on people's opinions. I feel as if I shared my opinion on something, I'm going to be ridiculed for something I believed in. But today, I was more likely dragged in. The topic really made me depressed "Do you believe kids with birth parents are happier in life , then kids who are adopted?"Luckily, I wasn't the first to get called on I think I was at least the third one. Anyways, when he asked me the question I wondered as if he felt awkward. Considering I'm in foster care all ready, but no he didn't feel any type of remorse which felt pretty dam good. " I honestly don't know" I said. I felt a lot of tension on me, it felt as if they were all ready judging me just for saying "I don't know". Mr. Pokerisk looked at me, and smirked "I will not take a 'know' for an answer.This is your opinion how hard can it be?"he said. " I believe that it shouldn't matter whether you're adopted or not. The real question here is whether love is being produce. I mean we all know I'm from foster care, and to be honest I feel fine. You know why  "I shouted. It was dead silent for at least four seconds, when finally this girl said "I think that sums it up, I agree." she gestured. Mr.Pokerisk started shaking his head; agreeing at every moment. "And that is why I always pick the quiet ones."he laughed. For the next twelve minutes of class, we had to do some grammar corrections, and hand in the homework that was due.

I asked him, if it was ok to hand in the homework tomorrow . Since he rarely gives us homework, so I asked anyways. He said it was okay if I did, because he wanted to enroll me in AP English. I tried my best to decline but, he looked so happy I just said yeah. The bell ringed and it was lunch time.

I walked in the cafeteria towards some friends or "acquaintances" I knew. I didn't really eat because I was feeling cold and sick because the fact that all the kids wanted to start a food fight .All of the peas mixing with milk, and I seen brown stuff fly in the air,thinking to myself "I hope that wasn't shit". José came up to me and started shouting" Hey, frankin weenie ,here's some wennie's for your whorish mom" Jose said. Now normally, I would've just ignored him. But today wasn't the day, you see he crossed the line. I jumped out my seat, filling a bit dizzy "the fuck ?" I shouted. I mean there wasn't no reason to ask what he said, cause I clearly heard him. He chuckled, and laughed in my face. The spit from his laughter began to fall on my face, making me feel lower then him. All of a sudden, my fist to his mouth;and a cold breeze filled the room as no one helped him. Blood dripping from my knuckles and repeated fist going back and fourth,from him hitting me and me hitting him. I kept picturing the story I told in Mr.Pokerisk class,I realized the only reason I got a good response was because "it was me,who I was describing."