"So today class, we will be learning about the anatomy of the human body," Mr. Anderson said while writing on the board. I don't understand what makes him think we are really going to learn, this is my nap time. Oh wait, how rude of me. I haven't seemed to have introduced myself. My name is James, James Bolinski. I come from a wild family. My mom won't get over how fun checkers is while my dad is a US Pilot. He flies an AC-130. I'm currently in Anatomy if you couldn't tell by Mr. Anderson's little speel. Speaking of which he is still talking. I don't know if it's because he doesn't understand how to shut the fuck up or if he just wants to torture us with his annoying voice. I also don't know if he fully understands that we are only 10th graders. He treats us like we are college graduates. "Mr. Anderson, what makes you think we care about the anatomy of the human body. I mean lets be honest here, Susan has a vagina and tits while I have a dick. That's all we really need to know," Rick had said while looking annoyed. He is one of my friends, just like Susan. Susan is a 16 year old Mexican and she speaks fluent Spanish. She has a pretty nice rack if you know what I'm saying and I've had a crush on her since 7th grade. I really don't think she knows but my buddy Rick is the only one I've told. Rick is my Asian friend. He's in JROTC and he's pretty damn good at it. If Mr. Anderson locked me in a basement and tried to torture me with a Scientology lesson, Rick is the guy I would hire to save me. Oh and by the way, sometimes I'll call him Richard because that's his real name but me, Susan and Travis just call him Rick for short. I would tell you more about Travis and whats happening right now in my life but it looks like Mr. Anderson is walking Rick out of the room so it's my job to save him. I take my shoe off as if I'm a ninja because according to my family I'm a sniper if I can even get close to a shoe. I then throw it as hard as I can in front of Mr. Anderson. He looks me dead in the eyes and asks the class, "Who threw that shoe, was it you Mr. Belinski?" I look at him innocently, "Me, a child of god, I would never... Yeah I did." That wasn't the first and definitely not the last time I will throw a shoe at my Anatomy teacher even though it puts me in the principles office every time.
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Escape
General FictionA boy named James lives in an old town by the name of Omer. He is a 10th grader who has a hard time following the rules. James and his friends Richard, Susan, and Travis all go on a field trip to the zoo. They leave their designated group to explor...
