Childhood: Spunkmeyer
"Daniel?" Miss Giffords voice asked as her eyes stayed low on the attendance sheet, marking down the names of the students before that had made themselves be known as present. With Daniel however...
No response.
Her green eyes looked up to her tenth grade students, all of whom had faces of boredom, mischief, or perhaps slight annoyance. One of them, a straight-A student named Erica Carwell spoke in for Daniel instead.
"He's not here, Miss Giffords." her voice simply told. There were several hearing of snickerings, to which made Miss Giffords glare at her nieve students before one of them spoke forward foolishly.
"Out in da hood again, probably." one of the boys, the jester of the class Robert 'Robby' Parlson laughed, his hand to his mouth as his obnoxious laughter slipped through the small peeps from his hands.
Miss Giffords frowned at the innapropiate comment and placed her hands on her hips, the sound of her heels clacking against the floor echoing in the room.
"And just what do you mean by that?" she sneered in an impatient tone, since Robby was always an annoying pest in Miss Giffords' eyes. A fellow student and close friend to Robby, a baseball jock named Henry Tanner, had a sarcastic smirk on his face as he outstretched his arm, and used the other one to proceed with a demonstration of drug use, by what looked like an injection into his vein. Several classmates nearby cracked a smile or a small amount of laughter, while Miss Gifford sighed and shook her head.
Daniel Spunkmeyer, in her eyes was a bright kid. He could do so much better if it weren't for the groups he were in, the ones that influenced him to the point that was destroying his education terribly.
She suddenly felt light-headed at the fearful thought of the cause for his education being destroyed really was because of drugs. That Henry was telling the truth.
"Ghetto white trash." Robby coughed under his breath, in a horrible cover-up as many of the other boys laughed.
Miss Giffords gave him a lunch detention out of anger.
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Poor Spunkmeyer! He doesn't have a better childhood either, does he? I have him as a 'white trash punk' who though has a clean record, has gangsters for friends, is barely passing, and considers it to be pure luck to be able to end up in the Marines.