I was sitting in history class thinking of what to do to get my teacher to stop talking about, well, history. Like, I’m sorry, why would I wanna know about Alexander Hamilton when I could be playing basketball right outside this classroom?
I tapped the girl in front of me on the shoulder and a wink told her what I wanted. She ripped a few pages out of her notebook and handed them to me with a smile. I opened my bag without my teacher seeing me. If he had seen me he would have immediately known what I was up to. I ripped the paper into little bits and soon enough I was shooting little goopy paper balls, not at my teacher, but at the ceiling right above him. I then asked for permission to go to the bathroom. He handed me my hall pass, but before I left, I gave the wall a little punch, which shook the ceiling above and the paper balls rained down, getting stuck to my teacher’s bald head. The class erupted in laughter as I ran out of the classroom before my teacher could get me for what I did.
I did stuff like this in pretty much every class. Sometimes it was pretending to be dumb, sometimes it was the classic paper plane and sometimes it was playing an obnoxiously loud video on the smart board. I only got into real trouble once, and when I did, my entire class protested to get me out of detention, saying the teacher had no need to be so rude when he told me off. I was pretty much golden at school, not having to put in any effort and just passing my classes. I never thought it would all catch up to me, until it finally did.
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