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Chapter one: Dewey
/Run!/ That was the only thought coursing through my head. Me, 15 year old Dewey Duck, Running as if my life depends on it.
My feet hit the hard wet concrete with a loud /sploosh/ every time I slam my foot down. My legs are aching so much that I feel like they will give at any second. I feel like a dog in the summertime I'm panting so hard. Soon I feel as if my legs are going to buckle, And I start to fall down onto my hands and knees and just puck up stomach acid and coughing up my lungs.
The thing about me is that even though I'm the best player on both the basketball and volleyball teams, I have absolutely no endurance when it comes down to running. And suddenly, I trip. It only takes a split second to see my foot wedged in a crack, but it was wasted because I had no time to prepare for the impact, but miraciusly I managed to land safely on the ground only taking damage to my knee.
After further inspection it seemed my knee was not rely that bud, just scraped a lot, No blood. After checking my knee one more time I picked myself up and started up running again.
Finnaly I made it up the stairs and raced through the doors and ran into my classroom.
"Mr. Duck!" Shouted Quakfaster. "You are one of the worst students I have ever had. Shape up or ill ship you out to detention for the rest of the year!"
"Oh-boy, Deweys in trouble." Said a duck wearing a green hoodie sitting in the back of the class.
"Shut up Louie. Besides you already have it for the next two years plus summer school." Retorted Dewey.
"Guys, You act like you hate school." Said a duck wearing a red hat and shirt.
"Well duh Huey. The only good part about school is the sports." Dewey replide.