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Submitted: March 14, 2017

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I hear her voice. It's distant, like she's speakig to me through a wall. I ignore it and continue from where I was. Where was I again? Ah, yes. I was just about to fight the pirates. Or was it aliens? It doesn't really matter. I can find something else. What about being a superhero? Yes! A real superhero like Batman and Superman who fight the bad guys and save pretty ladies. I'm just about to get a kiss on the cheek from a very pretty lady with long, blonde hair when I hear the voice again. Can't she just leave me alone? I try to ignore it again but this time it's harder. But eventually I succeed and I go back to being a Superhero.

When I've fought a few bad guys and saved a few pretty ladies I become bored of it. What should I do now? Then the voice comes again, louder than ever before: "Henry dear, you have to get up now. You'll be late for school." I can't ignore it anymore. I open my eyes and stare up at the ceiling. For a moment I admire my new Superman poster before I sit up. The curtains are drawn but I can see it's still dark outside.

"Henry, you have to hurry or you'll be late for school." I hear mom call. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." I think annoyed. My toes are cold so I start by putting on some socks. Then a shirt, pants, and finally a sweater. I'm tired and I don't want to go to school but still I stand up and go into the kitchen. There's an oatmeal porridge on the table, with cinnamon and raisins. It's gotten cold; dad must have made it before he took Sophie to her nursery school. I leave it on the table.

On Mondays the first period is math and when I enter the classroom the teacher has already begun teaching. He scolds me for being late. I sit quietly in my seat, take my books out and try to focus on what the teacher is saying. After math comes English and after English social studies. In social studies class I have trouble focusing on the subject. The only thing I can think about is how soon recess will start. I try to think of an excuse to tell the teachers so I can stay inside but I know it's no use because I don't have a note from my parents. My stomack hurts.

The lesson is over and the other kids rush out of the classsroom. I try to stay as long as I can but I get thrown out. I put my coat and shoes on in a hurry so I can run out and hide. I do it every time but they always find me. Sometimes I wish I could disappear, just so I wouldn't have to hear them. This time I find a place behind the school, under some stairs. 

I hear them when they approach.They chat cheerfully, like everything is normal. "There he is," I hear one of them,Sam, say. "H-h-h-henry."  They all laugh at Sam's joke. They think it's funny and start copying him. "You don't want to p-p-p-play with us?" one of the girls says. "We don't b-b-bite." They almost cry with laughter. Before I can say anything recess is over and they all run inside so they won't be late for class.

On the way home mom asks me how my day was. I tell her it was nice. When we get home I go to my room and close the door. I lay down on the bed and look at my Superman poster. Where was I again? Ah, yes. I was fighting the bad guy and saving the pretty lady.

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