Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Bicycles and tardiness

(Restart Story)

You walk into your garage and grab your bike, going out a side door into an alleyway that leads into the street. In about fifteen minutes of leisurely biking, you make it to your school. You quickly lock up your bike and run to your first class, where you are already several minutes late. You walk in quietly, trying not to get the teacher’s attention. Unfortunately, the teacher of your first class happens to be Mr. Anderson, a hard ass who likes to pretend he’s some hotshot lawyer or professor. He gazes at you, a devilish grin on his face. His artificially arched eyebrows seem to mock you.
“Late on your first day are we?” He shakes his head. “Looks like you’ll need to be taught a lesson in respect.” Everyone in the class laughs at you under their breath, especially the group of popular kids sitting in the far corner of the room. 

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