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I chew on the end of my pencil, trying to solve the algebraic equation. A boy looks
at my paper. I roll my eyes and cover it up with my arm.
everyone just assumes that I have all the right answers on everything. Just because I
have mostly good grades doesn't mean I'm a genius. I hat when people copy.
I should have let the bastard. Then he'd get teh same sucky grade as me.
Maybe he'd tell every that I'm actually stupid or something.
I smile to myself.
That would be nice.
No more, "Hey, Way let me copy your homework?"
That'd be wonderful.
The bell rings and I hurry and grab my things.
Algebra 2 is my last class of the day, so I have to run to my mother's car.
I have to run, because otherwise I'll be pummeled half to death.
Fun, right?
Just because I'm different.
I'm either being beaten up for my homework, or for my sexuality.
Losers.
I throw my backpack on my back and run through the hallway.
A pair of arms grab me.
I get punched, kicked and shovedinto my locker.
I whine and text my brother, Mikey.
"I'm in my locker...come help."
"OK...sry bro."
I wait for Mikey, wiping my eyes.

I gotta stop it there, what do you think so far?