Exhilaration | Shawn Hunter [Boy Meets World]

Sixteen Candles and Four-Hundred-Pound Men

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It's been a few weeks since Shawn went to the police about my mom's boyfriend. My mom was pissed about what he did to Zack and I so she dumped him, of course, but she swore she wouldn't be dating for a long time.

My bruises have healed so I've been okay since I have my friends by my side.

In class, Cory read poetry while Shawn was lying on my desk and his, taking a nap.

"'...And in the night, he searches, and in the day, he searches, and on the morrow, he will search, close, reaching, yet it will not be found and he knows that'," Cory read out loud.

"Nice passion, Matthews. Very nice," Mr. Turner said before walking over and nudging Shawn. "Hey, Hunter. Hey, how were you affected by that reading?"

"I don't wanna go to school, Daddy," Shawn mumbled. "Cory's reading poetry."

I chuckled at his cuteness while Mr. Turner told him, "You get your butt out of that bed and get to class!"

Shawn sat up, half asleep. "Okay. Okay."

He stumbled out of the class, still half-asleep.

"Gee, I wonder what's gonna happen," Mr. Turner said.

"Should I go after him?" I ask Mr. Turner.

"You want a grade in this class?"

I sunk deeper in my chair. "Okay."

Frankie raised his hand, letting Mr. Turner calls on him. "Frankie, do it, buddy."

Frankie began, "What the poet is saying in this beautiful piece, which was very movingly read, I might add-"

Cory saluted to Frankie. "Hey."

"Is that sometimes we love, and though it seems the object of our love is within reach, it does not reciprocate, and so we must keep reaching."

"It's not about a doggy?" Cory asked, confused.

Topy turned to Cory. "Shh, honey, don't speak."

"Outstanding, Stecchino, outstanding. Anything else?" Mr. Turner asked.

"Yes. Thank you," Frankie told him before the bell rang.

Coryc and I stay behind.

"Frankie, why do you seem so sad?" I ask.