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The Place in the Air
1 ReviewsGerard's a dude who has problems dealing with reality from make believe. He spends his time training to slay imaginary vampires and demons to escape from the real world's problems.
“There’s a slight problem with your paper,” Mr. Dari looked over my paper and then glared at me. I kept my arms crossed and glared back at him. I was annoyed. He’d pulled me out of lunch for this. I stuck my lip out more and rolled my eyes.
“You said to write about what you liked to do with your free time. So I did,” I said, picking at the scab on my forearm.
“But the problem with what you wrote is that it doesn’t exist,” His voice was slightly rising as his jaw stretched out.
“Um, yeah, I think it does,” I replied. This guy was so dumb. Idiot.
“I think I know when I’m being stupid,” He obviously didn’t. “And when I’m being fooled,”
“How do you know it doesn’t exist?” I answered back. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes.
“Because I---,”
“Have you ever seen one?” I interrupted.
“No, I---,”
“Therefore, you don’t know if they exist. So, you cannot give me a low grade on this,” I pointed to the assignment on the table and then he collapsed in his chair. He was frustrated at me, no duh.
“Gerard,” He grumbled in a low voice. “Vampires do not exist. Now, will you please re-write it with something that does exist?”
“Who says they don’t? Do you decide? Who says they can’t be real? We could just be missing it with our stupid ignorant minds,” I replied as Mr. Dari just sighed.
“Gerard, will you please re-write the assignment?” He pleaded as much as an exhausted man could plead. He held out the paper to me. “Or I’ll have to fail you. I don’t want to do that,” I grabbed the paper and stormed out only stopping at the door, not looking at him.
“Just so you know, your ignorant minds can’t comprehend the beauties of a world of dreams,”
“What makes you so different then?”
“I listen,” I said and slammed the door on my way out. Stupid teachers. With their stupid ideas. And their stupid minds. Why do they hate me? I angrily crumpled the paper in my hands and threw it on the floor outside of Mr. Dari’s classroom.
“You said to write about what you liked to do with your free time. So I did,” I said, picking at the scab on my forearm.
“But the problem with what you wrote is that it doesn’t exist,” His voice was slightly rising as his jaw stretched out.
“Um, yeah, I think it does,” I replied. This guy was so dumb. Idiot.
“I think I know when I’m being stupid,” He obviously didn’t. “And when I’m being fooled,”
“How do you know it doesn’t exist?” I answered back. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes.
“Because I---,”
“Have you ever seen one?” I interrupted.
“No, I---,”
“Therefore, you don’t know if they exist. So, you cannot give me a low grade on this,” I pointed to the assignment on the table and then he collapsed in his chair. He was frustrated at me, no duh.
“Gerard,” He grumbled in a low voice. “Vampires do not exist. Now, will you please re-write it with something that does exist?”
“Who says they don’t? Do you decide? Who says they can’t be real? We could just be missing it with our stupid ignorant minds,” I replied as Mr. Dari just sighed.
“Gerard, will you please re-write the assignment?” He pleaded as much as an exhausted man could plead. He held out the paper to me. “Or I’ll have to fail you. I don’t want to do that,” I grabbed the paper and stormed out only stopping at the door, not looking at him.
“Just so you know, your ignorant minds can’t comprehend the beauties of a world of dreams,”
“What makes you so different then?”
“I listen,” I said and slammed the door on my way out. Stupid teachers. With their stupid ideas. And their stupid minds. Why do they hate me? I angrily crumpled the paper in my hands and threw it on the floor outside of Mr. Dari’s classroom.
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