The Classes Of Suckage

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I just wonder why children are given the choice of choosing their seats, Because all the jerks who got their hands on gum, (The drugs of the school),  sit behind you and litter your thick brown hair with green gum. I can bear with people spraying it at the base of my chair legs so they are really sticky and hard to pull out, but in my hair! Enough was enough. I turned to the guy behind me, A big kid, I think his name is Jonas. Jonas had this steel look, but it was like the way goats look at you they just seem to just focus on the thing that is on their mind.

"Hey, you know that a ward of chewing gum has a large portion of polyethyrene, which is used in plastic. Do you really want that inside your mouth?" Jonas widened his eyes in horror until he broke it and spat another piece of gum at my face. It didn't hit me though, and as he started laughing a very angry teacher, Mr Fared, with a ward of gum on his face, walked over with a bright green letter for reasons a student is brought to the principals office.


Jonas's dance date did not like me after that, apparently Jonas was kicked out from going to the dance. And his date was one of the most feared students of the entire school. Mindy Millers and her two goons Molly, and Milly. As we walked out of class I saw Mindy give me the sign where you run your finger across your neck and mouth I'll kill you. Gloria pulled me aside and gave me a stern warning.

"You better get Jonas back into the dance before you get massacred by triple M" (Gloria's nickname for them). I stared at my timetable, Jonas was in my next class for today.

"Can you and what's-his-name that you are going to the dance with free Jonas?" I asked Gloria as she stared at her grotty nails like she was plotting something.

"What's in it for us? And his name is Harold." she asked as I sighed.

"I'll be your punch holder." I blurted out.What did I just do, I mean miss out of dancing by myself and instead prove the fact I'm fearful of a year 8. I silently cursed myself and balled my fists.



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