The Hard Life
Author: Jolteonrules555#11
From: Derry, USA
Age: 12
Date: 4th Apr 2008, 10:47 PM
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Title: The Hard Life
'So What's Next?'I heard a voice call. I recognized it and quickly retalliated. 'What?' I could've said something more clever-or remarkable but that would've placed me as a geek, but I trully did not understand. 'The next class you 'idiot' He used a different word then idiot but I think that would suffice. I hated being called 'idiot' but at least it was better than being a geek or wimp. speaking of wimp I imediattly turned around and saw a huge ball of air coming towards me. I would've freaked out, or maybe run out of the way. I'm not brave enough to retaliate on the spot often, but this wasn't some life or death test, it was Gym, it was close, but not life or death. 'I think 'blue'...why?' Blue was one of our core classes, we had Red, Yellow, Green and Blue instead of Period 1,2,3,and 4. Our schedule was a little complacated, and I still don't understand it even though it's already May. 'HUSSLE YOU WUSSES!!!' an old raspy voice ordered. 'Normal, old Raspy' I told my peer. Raspy was our gym teacher, she was deffinitlly the meanest and ugliest woman in the school, and she had to be our gym teacher. 'YOU CALL THAT A BUMP'She shouted to me when the huge ball came to me. I wanted to retalliate and shout 'YOU COME HERE AND TRY' or 'AT LEAST I DON'T SIT ON MY BUTT ALL DAY' but I wasn't brave enough to earn a lunch detention. Instead I scowled at her and got hit in the face with the volleyball. 'Wow, 'idiot' you really are a pathetic wimp' I heard someone from the crowd. Laughter, howls, and crys went into the air. My cheaks turned a rossy red. It wouldn't all be that bad if the girl i 'liked' wasn't in my gym class. I couldn't tell if she was laughing or not but I could almost hear her voice. My friend came up to me and helped me up. as I lifted my pained face up;in both physical and emotional pain, I saw a tallish kid;picture a 7th grade basketball player with a toddler on his shoulders,that's how tall he was. He had a messy kind of hair;almost like when you wake up in the morning, and it was a blakish. He was a very skinny kid because of his height. 'Thanks, Mark' I said. 'No problem, dude' he said. He always said dude, mostly to me though, I wish people would call me by my name;Jack, but dude was better than 'idiot'.
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