I Don't Understand?
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I was sitting in class working out the algebra equations in my head quickly, it was so simple, the easiest questions I have done in my life. It was silent in the classroom, everyone carrying on with his or her work. All of a sudden I heard Clyde's voice "I don't understand.." It made me jump immediately.
"What do you not understand?" I asked.
"I don't understand!" Maybe he didn't hear me. I stayed calm just in case I got louder, he always seemed to not be able to do anything and it frustrates me. "What do you not understand?" He didn't answer, but after a few moments of silence I heard, "I don't understand." At that moment I was going to kill him, literally. He was getting on my nerves. My voice got louder as I said, "What do you want!" I thought he stopped, obviously not though. "I don't understand!" That was when I lost my temper. I shouted everywhere, I couldn't help it. He had crossed the line "WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND!" Everyone looked up at me as if I was going mad. The teacher looked at me, I was in trouble, for the fist time, I couldn't I have NEVER got detention! I looked around the class. 'Awkward turtle.' I thought to myself and kind of laughed. "What are you laughing at?" The teacher asked.
"Uh…"I was trying to think…
"No answer then?" I'd like to talk to you when class ends, Rani. "Now be quiet, all of you." I felt like I was going to cry, it's not that big of a deal, especially if it happened to anyone else, but for me it was. I had a feeling that everyone was laughing at me. I near screamed again whenever Clyde started poking me about five minutes later, I ignored him. I felt like this class would never end. I sat waiting. The bell rang I kept telling myself it was going to be ok, it was in the end and I know now that it was, I was hardly even in any trouble, people wouldn't care even if I was. I was handed a detention slip. I felt sick. My dad is the principle of the school, what is he going to say? Why did I even deserve a detention?.. I did nothing, people have done worse and nothing happened to those. I hated Mr. Hunter, I hated him. I hated algebra and I hated school! What's the point? I thought. I imagined what I was going to say to Clyde when I saw him. I stormed outside angrily, I saw Clyde in the hallway.
"Clyde!" I yelled at him.
"What?" He asked.
"You got me in trouble!"
"For what?" He asked.
"I yelled all over the class!"
"So?" He asked.
So, I got in trouble for it!" I hissed at him.
"I don't understand." He grinned.