It was finally 6 period the only normal period I have. I leaned back in my seat and watched as the class unfolded. I counted the ticks in the clock before the drama started. Fourty-eight, that's how many ticks there was before La la Parker decided to throw her little fit over the stupidness of the assignment and call the whole for being squares for doing it without questioning. And the debates begin and the topic "Who is Free". It started from and Indian man saying it was the white who had slaved those who was different and that the white was better it stood for purity. Thinking he was smart for backing it up with facts and events from history. I chuckled and replied that white weren't free because the enslaved every race that were scared of because the other races seemed better and the wanted to beat them down before the other races knew it was true. Everyone started to think and the debate really took off with different ideas of freedom. See many people started seeing that the current Native tribes are free in the fact the are in the spiritual empowerment movement that happens within and that the only thing trapping them is the limitation of land. See I love this class, because even though is math we turn it into debate class and still manage to finish the work . See that is what I love is that I learn more about the world because all the different veiws of life unite under one roof and it's explored with the world's hardest questions and I get to say my piece on life and truly find out what's wrong with life. I leave class right on the bell as the teacher thanks us for enlightne her on the insights of life next generation of leaders and visionaries. I chuckle as I stroll down the hall to gym to see my mom's one night stand Coach. I walk in six minutes late as Coach announce the elimation of the run and the idea of team sports and chill time. The class erupts as he looks at me and ask what I think. The class froze as if shocked I showed up and I shrugged. I took a long breath and thought as an idea hit me harder than two stars conliding. I brought up the idea of Coach joying in on the fun and giving the class a chance to prove we are better. He flexed and said "Bring it on chumps." The jock heads thank you and rawred in excitement and ready for tournament. I sat back as my rolled into play for this was sweet revenge. See I'm my mother's body guard and Coach was trying to tie down my mom and that's not how she works so it's my job to get rid of him. I hinted to the jocks to not to hold back and that Coach thought they were worthless. They went nuts and lost it in the boxing matches. Soon Coach was weak, blow after blow to the face straining blood from his body. I videotaped a match and sent it to my mom, which she replied with a smiley face and thank you. I glared down at Coach ith the eyes of a demon as he was stomped in moment of defeat as if he was no longer wanted alive. I called them off and walked up to Coach and told him to stay away from my mother. He nodded and I demanded the jocks to escort him to the nurse before he bleeds out. They did as told while punching Coach in the stomach. I evaluated my surrounds and wondered in what world is this okay and caught a glance of me in the mirror. And, for a long minute I wondered what did I become?
