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            Coach Tubby finally came into the classroom carrying a box of donuts and a 20 oz of bottle of Diet Pepsi. Yeah, like that’s going to help your weight predicament. He had pure white hair and was very round. He reminded me somewhat of a lost polar bear. He sat them down on his desk and went to the front of the room.

            “Welcome 9^th graders to East Blocton High School.” He said in a deep voice. It was kind of scary and I would hate for him to yell at me, but knowing my past it would happen soon.

            “I am Coach Tuberville, I am vice-prinicpal and I will be your World History teacher for the next semester.” He drawled out. It took him forever to make a sentence. It was really annoying to hear. I wanted too yell, “Shut up!” but I refrained.

            I dropped my planner on the floor and leaned over my desk to pick it up.

            “Hey you in the black shirt!” he yelled. It startled me I looked down. I was wearing a black shirt.

            “Yes?” I asked.

            “Yes, what?” he barked. Oh, come on please like I respect you enough to call you sir! I had a hard time dealing with dominating men. My dad was very abusive verbally as a child. I really couldn’t stand any guy telling me what to say or do.

            “Yes, sir?” I mumbled.

            “That’s better. What’s your name?” he asked me harshly.

            “Rose Flanagan.” I mumbled again.

            “Well, Flanagan since you’re going to make noise and be rude in my class, I want you to answer a history question.” He said.

            I smirked at him. History was one of my strong points. There is not anything this guy could ask me that I wouldn’t know. His IQ was way below mine.

            “Ok.” I said smugly.

            “They wanted to make him King of America but he said no, America should be free.” I explained.

            “Stand up, Rose.” He commanded. WTF? I know I was right. What is he going to do? I slowly stood up.

            “Everybody clap for Rose.” He said. The room filled with applause. I felt somewhat embarrassed but happy that my knowledge was appreciated.

            “Who said that?” Coach Tubby roared. The class fell silent. He would never be able to tell because the class was packed with barely any seats. He went into a long rant about calling names until the bell rang.          

            3^rd block, the day was officially half way over. I walked down the red and white halls to the backdoor. I shoved it hard acting like I was mad to keep any haters from messing with me.

            Standing right outside the door was the Ag shop. I was old and decrepit. I had been there many times as a child with my older brother. Bill was 10 years older than me and had been my role model. He was the perfect big brother. But over the years we had grown apart.

            He had been Vice-President of the FFA. (Yes, the farming club, moo oink, baa) I had hated going to the Ag shop because it was boring.

            Today I stood outside it wondering if the interior was the same. I walked across the gravel to the door. An FFA sign hung over the entrance and the window to the side was cracked as if some joy riders came by during the night and threw a rock at it.

            I went inside passing a very messy office. The next door was the classroom. I went inside to see the same blue and gold banners hanging around the room in a line. They were like some crappy wall paper. The letters were fading from the years of won competitions. I smirked. Cargile really was proud of this place.

            “Hey! Over Here!” I heard a voice. I turned to see Bones sitting in the back. I went to join him.

            “I realized I never told you my name. It’s Law.” He said. If he wanted to be called Law I would use that instead of the mean nickname the preps had given him.
            “That’s a cool name.” I said.

            “Yeah, hardly, it’s short for Lawrence.” His face reddened.

            “Well, I think it rocks!” I assured him. I sat down in one of the old beat up desk in Cargile’s room.

            “Man, this school blows.” Law said. “Everybody that goes here is a complete asshole.”

            “Hey thanks a lot!” I said sarcastically.

            “No, not you. You are like the only person who talks to me. I’ve only lived here since May and everyone has me stereotyped.” He frowned.

            “Yeah, Blocton is like that. If you’re not a prep, jock, band geek, or normal person; you’re nothing. I mean back in middle school even the emos wouldn’t talk to me. I’m a freak to them!” I was getting pissed just thinking of that school. 

            The rest or the students filed in and sat down followed by Cargile. He was a funny looking man with big bottle cap glasses and hair every where. It was kind of disgusting but I knew him. He went into a long boring Ag introduction filled with corny jokes. That’s just Cargile for you, just a good guy who tries to brighten your day.

            I remember when I was with Bill, Cargile would buy me a soda and let me watch cartoons on the bunny rabbit antenna TV while he and the rest of his students worked out in the tiring sun. They did improvements around the school in the summer. It seemed so long ago.

            The 4^th lunch bell rang loud after an hour. I stood up with Law and we began the long walk to the cafeteria. We weren’t the last ones out and we were walking close. All of a sudden some kid runs right between us smacking me in the back of my head.
            “Slut!” he yells and keeps running. Wow, that’s a new one. But in an instant Law takes after him. His long legs give him the overall power to catch the boy. He jumps him and throws him to the ground and punches him.

            “Say it again!” he yells. “I dare you!” His face was contorted in anger.

            “I’m sorry!” the boy wails. “I won’t say ever again, I promise.” Law lets him up and I can see the boy’s nose is bleeding. He runs inside. Law looks at me and his scowl lessens. 

            OMG! He is psycho! I don’t know what to say and I continue to the lunchroom.