Alright *claps hands together* This chapter might be a little crappy but it gets better so dont judge...yet.

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Oh crap! I'm late, again. Mr. Eliot is going to kill me if I'm even a second late to his class without a good excuse. Better start thinking up one now. I was riding like the wind on my "new" skateboard, (which I stole from the kid across the street), while trying to think of an excuse I haven't used yet.

I had to save a baby in a stroller in the middle of the street from a moving car? Nope, used it last week.

I saw Rick Riordan and I just had to get an autograph? But then he's going to want to see the autograph.

I was abducted by aliens? Used that yesterday.

I fought off a-

All of a sudden I was sitting on the ground rubbing my nose. I glanced up to see that I ran into a flag pole. Stupid poles always pop out of nowhere and try to knock me down. I hate poles! Who invented poles anyway? I'll like to-

Wait a flag pole? I'm here! I quickly stood up and ran to the back doors leading to the gym. Being the ninja I am, I sneaked across the room, down the hall, up the stairs, and skidded to a stop at my locker.

I took a deep breath and dialed my combination: 35 right, 55 left. and 10 right. (A/N: This is not a real combination. Just random numbers.) Now all I need is to grab my books and ran to class before the last bell rings.

But of course since my locker hates me it wouldn't open. (My locker hates me too)

"Stupid locker! And your stupid combination!" I hissed under my breath.

I took a deep breath and counted to ten. I decided to try again. And again. And again. After, like, ten tries it finally opened. I quickly switched my skateboard, backpack, and phone for my Ipod, books, and hoodie.

I slipped on my Go Green hoodie and ran to class.

And just when I thought that things were finally going the way I planned it to, the final bell rang.

NOOOOOOOOOOO!

I ran faster but tripped over something, (I think it was the air). Apparently it was a 'push me' door so I did a flip in the air and landed on my butt. In front of the whole class.

"Nice for you to drop by," Mr. Eliot said.

I jumped onto my feet and punched the air with my fist. "Yes! I made it!" I shouted in victory.

"You are exactly eight seconds late," he corrected. "And you know I don't allow tartness." (I know mean, right?)

I opened my mouth to say something but he held up his hand and sat down on the edge of his desk. "What is your excuse this time, Sam?"

"See...See what happened was I was walking to school when a gang popped out of nowhere," I lied. "and they jumped me."

"And why did they jump you?"

"They wanted some of my some of my chocolate bar, but I didn't give them any."

He sighed. "And why didnt you give them any?"

"Because I ate it all," I answered. I heard a few laughs coming from the class.

"What did this 'gang' look like?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. They had masks on."

He rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes. (You could tell he's be through these conversations before) "It's too early in the morning for this." He sighed. "Just give me your tarty pass and I'll let that eight seconds slide."

Dangit. I forgot all about that damn tarty pass. Maybe lying would get me out of this.

Mr. Eliot glanced at me. "You do have it, don't you?"

"Of course, it's in my backpack," I lied.

"Then give it to me," he said, holding out his hand for the pass I will never give him.

"But my backpack is in my locker."

"Well then go get it."

I bit my lip. "But I forgot my combination." There was a few chuckles from the class.

"Well, how did you get it in there the first place?"

"I wrote my combination down on a piece of paper but it's in my backpack." Now the chuckles turned into snorts and laughs disguise as coughs.

He sighed through his nose. "Just go sit down."

I smiled to myself as I walked to my desk. Yes! No detention.

"Oh and Sam," Mr. Eliot said. I stopped and looked at him. "I want you to write from the dictionary until the end of the school year."

"Dictionary?" I said, confuse. "I thought this was math class." The snorts and coughs/laughs turned into uncontrollable laughter.

He sighed and went to the chalk board, mumbling something about a job in Texas.

I sat down at my desk in the back row between Grover and my best friend of seven years, Melissa Davis. With her light curly brown hair and stunning grey eyes, she looked like the type of girl who wouldn't be caught dead talking to a street rat like me. Those same stunning eyes, that told you she was smart but violent, were rolling at me. (Jeez. Can anyone tell me who's Melissa's parent is?)Her brown princess curls fell in her face as she went back reading the book she was struggling to read. Like me she had dyslexia but that still didn't stop her from making better grades than me.

Kyle McBride, who was sitting right in front of me, turned around in his seat and smirked at me. "Really? You getting jump?" He rolled his eyes. "Like anyone would ever think of jumping you. Especially in the mornings."

I shrugged. "It's early in the morning, so my lies aren't really good right now."

He gave me one more smirk before turning around as Mr. Eliot began his lecture.

All I heard was: "Good morning class! Today we will be discussing blah blah pronouns blah blah actions."

Grrr! I hate english class. I already can't read so why would I need to know what a noun or a verb is? Or an action or a pronoun? It all gives me a headache.

I might as well catch some Z's. I layed back in my chair and pulled my hood over my head.

Hm.

I should probably have someone wake me up when class is over. I could ask Melissa but she would probably pinch me if I even close my eyes. Kyle would try to be funny by not waking me up and getting me in trouble.

Which only left me with only one choice. Grover.

"Psst. Grover," I whispered.

He glanced up from digging in his backpack with an apple in his mouth. Grover was a friend of Kyle's and Kyle decided that he was cool so he introduced him to the group, (me and Melissa). And we decided to take Grover under our wings of wisdom since no one else would 'cause he was the new kid and all.

He's older looking -maybe 15 or 16- and was always seen with a hat on. He told us that he flunked a few times which earned him bonus points with me.

"Can you wake me up when class ends?" I asked.

He nodded.

And with that I went back to the same position and went to sleep.

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