Part 3: Detention
“Hey you want to get kicked out of this class?” yells the teacher.
“Its my dream,” I talked back.
“Well too bad,” he says. “Now pay attention.”
“How can we ever pay attention when all you do is talk, talk, talk?” I say. “You’re boring us to death. In fact, your boring us backs to death.”
“All right, that’s detention.”
“I would be honored if you were in charge of dentition.”
“That’s another detention.”
“You got to be kidding me,” I say. “Why? Because I talked back to you?”
“That’s three, you want another one?”
I stuck my tongue out.”
“That’s four.”
“For what? Sticking my tongue out like a five year old?”
“That’s five.”
13 minutes later…
I put my feet on top of the table, rip off a paper from someone’s notebook and crumpled it up throwing it to the back of the teacher boldness head.
“Now who did that?”
I looked around and whistle.
“That’s a detention for you,” he says pointing at me.
“Yay, do I get a grad prize?”
“You’re a terrible student.”
“You’re a terrible teacher.”
I crossed my arms against my stomach.
“Take of your feet on my desk.”
“Oh this is your desk? I thought that one was yours,” I say. “How did you get your hair so bold anyway?”
“Go to the principal’s office.”
I smiled, “I’d be happy to.”
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