Friday Morning

This morning, disappointingly, I was awakened by the beating of my mom from my dad. It was worse than Monday. I had to get out of bed and hop in the shower for the last day until the weekend. I got out of the shower dried myself off and went to my closet to get my Lebrons that helped me score 15 points on Wednesday. I ran quickly downstairs except this time I did not stop for a bagel I just walked out the door to catch the bus. At 7:00 a.m. we started to go to the kids houses that bullied me. I got nervous and believe it or not when they got on the bus they did not say a word to me. “Did the coach tell the principal? Or did something happen?” I don’t know but it seemed odd because it was not game day. Today my first class was art again with Mr. Freeman. Last time he was nice, but today he was cranky. I got scared because he told me in class yesterday to see the dean because he caught me copying down homework. However, I did not go. I did not want to get in trouble. My mom would find out then I don’t know how my dad wouldn’t and he would beat me. I got nervous until Mr. Freeman said, “Someone in my family passed away, that’s why I am sad today.” I then felt this huge sigh of relief. Throughout the class I kept drawing a tree. It seemed as if it had some particular significance to it that I loved. I showed the teacher but he declined to answer. His attitude pissed me off and that frustrated me because teachers are to care for their student but this guy is worrying about himself. I did not want him as a teacher so I asked the dean if I could transfer classes. They declined as well. Then I thought I should man up and take his criticism like a man.