DISCLAMER
This is an assignment my teacher game me last year to change sup the store and make a chapter into something I would write so it's probably not very good but if you want to read it too can
The first few weeks of school I always find easy. I mean all we do is get to know the teachers and the students that we are going to be spending the next four years with.
Other kids find school boring, but I find it exciting. But I find it really irritating that every day when I walk down the halls of the school all I hear is the other students complaining non stop about school with their friends, and talking bout the new kid from the rez. I think his name was Junior, but I wasn't really paying any attention, I was to busy reading a new book I got from the school's library. Oh that reminds me, on the first day of school i counted all of the books, and I found out that there are three thousand four hundred and twelve book's in total. It would take me ten YEAR'S to read all of them! And that's if I read one a day!
Oh! I just remembered, I fould out that Junior is in my science class today, and that our teacher's name is Mr.Dodge.
Today during class he was telling us about the petrified wood forests near George, Washington, on the Columbia River, and about how it was pretty astonishing that wood could turn into rock, when all of a sudden, out of no wear, Junior raised his hand, and Mr.Dodge looked at him.
"Uh, er, um," Junior stuttered
"Spit it out!" Mr.Dodge yelled
Junior want on to whisper
"Well petrified wood is not wood!"
They all started at him.
"If it's not wood," Mr.Dodge went on and said "Then why do they call it wood?"
"I don't know," Junior chimed "I didnt name the stuff, I dont know how it works."
Mr.Dodge's face turned fire truck red and he yelled with a snarl " Okay, Arnold if your so smart, then tell us how it works!"
Junior then went on to awkwardly explained how it worked.
"Well, what happens, is, er," Junior stuttered "When you have wood that is buried under dirt, then minerals and stuff sort of, uh, soaks into the wood. They, uh, kind of melt the wood and the glue that holds the wood together. And then the minerals sort of take the shape of the wood and glue. I mean, the minerals keep the same shape as the wood. Like, if the minerals took all the wood and glue out of the a, uh, tree and then the tree would still be a tree, sort of, but it would be a tree made of minerals. So, uh, you see, the wood has not turned into rocks. The rocks have just sort of
replaced the wood."
Mr.Dodge stated at Junior with dangerous look on his face, and then he started talking.
"Okay Arnold," He said with a pause "Where did you learn this fact? On the reservation? Yes, we all know there's so much fascinating science text books on the reservation."
Mr.Dodge was being disrespectful and childish. It was like he was trying to humiliate him, just because he knows more about science then him.
After I finished my train of thought I heard Mr.Dodge yell "Gordy," Almost sounding happy and relieved. "I'm sure you can tell us the truth."
I replied with "Actually, Arnold is telling the truth about petrified wood, that's acually what happens."
After I answered Mr.Dodge I stopped playing attention to what he was saying.
Later when class ended, Junior came up to me and started talking.
"Hey, Gordy," He said "Thanks."
"Thanks for what?" I asked confused.
"Thanks for sticking up for me back there. For telling Dodge. The truth I mean." Junior said to me.
"I didn't do it for you," I finally said after a couple seconds with a blanc look on my face "I did it for science."
When I was done talking I walked away, and went to the library and got a few books.
After I got my books I went outside where my dad was waiting for me so we can go home, and have a nice family supper that my mother has made while my father was a work and I was at school.
