He arrived in his particularly large middle school, that he didn't necessarily like. As he walked to his locker, the empty hallways signified him that he was late. Gathering his things for the first class of the day he knew he would be in for a scolding.
"You're late, Mr. Shekkar."A sharp, judgmental voice told him. "
Apologies, Mrs. Laker. I was helping out in the gym this morning." He lied through his teeth.
"Of course, this explains why you still have breakfast on your face and no excuse note in your hand."His teacher sarcastically shot back. He heard a few giggles ring out around him as his face turned the shade of a cherry. Feeling somewhat defeated, he took a seat and brought his attention to the teacher, scribbling a few barely-legible notes in his notebook as well.
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The Boy With A Rock
RandomEveryone has treated Tajmeh as if he was crazy. He knows he's not. If only they knew the adventure Tajmeh would soon pursue, and the destiny he will be led to. Follow him in his path to realization in my book The Boy With A Rock.
