Chapter 1: Hunting for Miracles Ch. 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

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So you’ve got some idea of what my home life is like. Not pleasant…for me, at any rate. Well, school’s not much better. In fact, you could almost say that school’s worse. See, the Johnson’s (that’s Mr. Dad and Sally’s last name), they have to put up with me. At least, until they decide to sign the “relocation” papers anyway. But the school…let’s just say that I’ve had my fair share of detentions, a couple suspensions, and even a threat or two of expulsion. But it’s not my fault. Seriously. The people at this school just don’t understand me.
“Now I’d like to hear a few of these poems, just to get a feel for how you’re doing. Miss. Palmer, would you care to share your poem with the class?” That’s Mr. McIntyre, but he prefers to be called Mac. He thinks it makes him cooler. He’s 47, plump, balding, and one of those people who wears his glasses on a chain around his neck. He’s also still single. Go figure. The girl he had selected, Michaela Palmer, is the most popular girl in my grade. Upon being called on, she pinched her lips together and gestured to the girl on her right, Katherine Smith, who just happens to be the second most popular girl in my grade and Michaela’s best friend.
Katherine cleared her throat delicately and stood up. “Mac, as much as Michaela would absolutely love to share her homework…she can’t.”
Mac raised an eyebrow. “Can’t” he repeated, tapping his desktop with a pencil. “Elaborate please, Miss. Smith.”
“Um, well, she…uh…there was this…uh…” Katherine looked desperately to Michaela, who stared blankly back. “She had to…take care of her sick brother because her father was, um…”
CRASH! It was several stunned moments of silence later, with everyone staring at me, that I realized that the ear-shattering noise had been my chair falling backwards. I don’t even remember standing up, that’s how fast it happened, and I don’t really remember walking towards the still standing Katherine, who was shrinking backwards like I had lost it. Nor do I remember yelling and screaming things like how dare she even start to blame anyone’s family for anything. She had no right. Her family and Michaela’s family were perfectly innocent; there was no need to drag them in because Michaela was too lazy to finish her homework…you know, little rants like that. Can’t even remember throwing Michaela’s English books halfway across the room, or calling Matilda Adams a whiny brat when she cried out as a flying English book hit her in the head. Nope. Can’t remember any of it. But there were seventeen eye witnesses, plus Mac, who eventually got me calmed down enough to be sent to the principal’s office without causing anymore damage to people or objects. Eighteen witnesses. So I must have done it. Just great. 


Submitted: February 02, 2009

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