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“The End.” I finished as I looked up and saw the whole class stare in awe at me. “Yeah, it was good, wasn’t it?” I looked at my teacher and she had the same awe inspired look on her face. “I even got the teacher speechless. I’m so good.”

“Riker,” She finally said. “that was oddly depressing.” She commented.

“Mrs. Tender,” I said. “don’t judge me, okay?”

She rubbed her temples in frustration. “This was supposed to be a report on a foreign land. What does zombies and gore has to do with Germany?”

“Well, Mrs. Tender, I don’t think you’ve ever played Call of Duty: Black Ops because there’s this mode called ‘Zombies’ and all you do is kill zombies, NAZI zombies mind you,  in Kino Der Toten which, in my opinions, sounds German. Plus, I heard everyone else’s report on their foreign lands and they all sounded so… mundane. I decided to spice it up with a little zombie epidemic.” I smiled at her my cocky smile. She returned my smile with a fake one.

“Sit down, please.” Everybody laughed at me as I sat down in my seat, which was by the window. “Okay, who’s next?” Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling everyone in the school that it was over and we could go home. As we got our stuff together, Mrs. Tender called me to her desk. I groaned loudly and walked over to her desk.

“What?” I said with a snobby attitude.

“Riker, what is the matter with you?” She asked me.

“I’m irritated right now because I have to pick up my baby sister from daycare in…” I looked at my Superman symbol shaped watch I forgot I had. “ten minutes and if I’m late, my mother will kill me. Other than that, I’m fine.”

“I just want to know if there are any problems you are having, whether it be at home, in school, or outside of school. You can talk to me about anything.”

“And that’s where you are wrong, Mrs. Tender. See, if I were to give you a peek inside of this petri dish I call my mind, you break under the pressure and call me ‘crazy’, but I’m not crazy. In the words of one of my favorite rappers, if I was really crazy, I’d run up inside and orphanage and torment kids and beat babies faces with bags of oranges.” She only stared at me. “Exactly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to pick up my sister.” I swung my book-bag on my back and headed for the door before she called out to me one last time.

“Riker?”

“What is it now?” I turned around, frowning.

“I don’t think you’re crazy. Just creative.” She smiled at me, a real smile. I didn’t. I only left the room and headed towards my locker for my jacket. As I got to my locker, the loud banging of the locker next to me startled me.

“Come on, guys! This isn’t funny!” I heard the muffle cries of an old friend stuffed in her locker again. I opened it and she came out swinging and kicking, with her eyes closed. She punched me in my jaw and kicked me in the nuts. I couldn’t feel much after that because I was in an assball, holding my testicles like they were going to drop down if I didn’t. The pain was so unbearable, I blacked out.


Submitted: January 29, 2014

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PoeticMe♥

Haaaaa i like this kid! Can't say i understand the pain of getting hit the nuts because my lack of having them :/, but my condolences to his nuts :). BTW best report ever :D. Also yay i was right about the black ops thing! ~Poetic KMU

Wed, January 29th, 2014 9:37pm

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Imagine getting punched in the boobs really hard by The Rock and then feel your boobs go inside your chest like a scared little turtle. and then.... pure, agonizing pain. That's how it feels.

Thu, January 30th, 2014 3:56pm

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