An Outcast of Outcasts

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I hurried towards homeroom and looked at my watch,  Oh no I'm going to be late again this can't be happening.  I picked up my pace and hoped I wouldn't get any unpleasant surprises. Surprise I got one in the form of Jasmine the biggest baddest and most stupid girl at school. "Hey curls", she shouted my way, just keep walking, "I was talking to you", she said as she stepped in front of me. "Where you if to in such a hurry", she said sneezing, "Of to go take your medication for you ADHD", she finished with a laugh. The blood rushed up to my face faster than I could think of a comeback, I didn't like to talk about my problems. "Maybe it's for her dyslexia", her best friend Ruby added layghing. I had to get out of there before the tears started. "What's the matter cat got your tounge", Penny added. "Get to class", boomed a voice from behind us. It was the hall monitor, Georgia, "Or you can all stay after school for detention". That set us off, we rushed to our various classes and I entered mine with a sigh, "I don't suppose you think you can enter my class at any  time do you", Mrs. Robinson told me in a quiet but icy voice. "Nnno ma'am I don't", I said in a shaky voice,"I was caught up in the hallway". She looked at me intently then smiled, "Then you wouldn't mind if you were oh I dunno 'caught up' in detention now would you". I sat down and noticed a girl looking at me but she turned when I saw her. Who is she I've never seen her  around here before. I shook myself and tried to grasp what the teacher was teaching but decided to search on the Internet to save me the headache.

When I got home after two hours with the terror triplets who still ended up in detention, the place  was oddly quiet which was weird considering the kind of brothers I have. I walked in expecting the house to be empty but was met with my parents and two of my three brothers(the oldest was studying at NYU) with very grave expressions on their faces. My mother signalef me to sit down. Oh no what did I do now. "We've something to tell you", my father started, "But you must promise not to tell any one".

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