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A/N: I got an idea! Can you believe it? I can't. I really wanted some sort of inspiration to come to me because I'm working more with less homework and such. Anyways, I went over to my bookshelf to see if anything would give me the little push I needed and BAM! My muse was working tonight. This story is based kind of on Rob Thomas's "Rats Saw God" Which is a really amazing book that everyone should read, after of course reading this story. I'd normally give background information, but that would just ruin the story.
~Senior year~
"Mr. Gordon, can you tell me why you are barely passing every single one of your classes, yet your records from your previous school and your testing scores show impeccable intelligence?" The new guidance counselor, Mr. Davis, was lecturing me. Too early if you ask me. I hadn't even gotten a chance to sneak away to Lot before he caught up to me and pulled me in here.
"Nope." I apathetically replied.
"How about what happened in Hillridge? What made you leave? What made you get sent to the office for-" he checked his records "-coming high to class?"
"I just changed is all." This guy is really testing me now. Big deal. I left Hillridge. Want me to send out a memo? I took my finals and left. I got in my car and drove to my mom's house in Seattle. Reasons? No.
"Changed, huh? Well, this envelope says you haven't. It says you're a National Merit finalist. What do you say to that?" He threw the envelope towards me.
"Nothing."
"David, do you think of Seattle as home? Or Hillridge?"
I couldn't stop myself from imagining the only place I ever felt truly at peace. "Neither really. I don't really consider either one a home. Just the place I live."
"What do you consider your home?"
I gulped. "Nowhere."
He seemed to have given up this battle. "Mr. Gordon, you are aware that you are missing an English credit? From right before you transferred here?"
No matter how hard I tried, Hillridge and everything else related to my departure never seemed to leave me. The reason I was here never seemed to leave. "I know I'm missing the credit, but it isn't going to hurt me is it?"
"Well, summer school can take care of this little problem right away."
"No way. I'm a senior. I am graduating in June. No summer school. There's gotta be something I can do." I just wanna get out of this god forsaken place as fast as I can.
"We could work something out..." Mr. Davis started.
"What? Anything. I'll do it."
"Write me a 100 page essay." He flatly replied.
"Essay? That's a freaking novel." I yelled.
"Fine. Write me a 100 page novel." He looks just too damn smug about all of this.
"About what?"
"Anything. Write 100 pages about anything. Give it to me and if you do well enough, I will give you your English credit."
"No catch? Just write. Nothing else." I eyed him suspiciously.
"No catch, Mr. Gordon. You write, you get the credit. Deal?" He held out his hand to me.
I eagerly took it.
= In Class =
I was sitting in my usual seat, back right corner, right by the window, in my math class. Barely listening to the announcements and the chatter of people beside me. Mikey walked in, ten minutes late, and plopped down in his seat next to me. He put his head down on the desk and then noticed that I was seated next to him.
"Dude, run late this morning? You weren't out at Lot." He groggily asked me.
"No. I couldn't make it out there. New guidance counselor got to me before I could."
"Oh, shit. Is he as crazy as everyone's been saying?"
"I'm beginning to think so." I honestly replied.
"What'd he do?"
"He told me to write this thing and I'll get credit for the English I don't have."
"That's so sweet."
"I know. But, that's not normal. He should be signing me up for summer school or some shit."
"True. Why'd he do it?"
"Don't ask me."
"What do you have to write about?"
"Anything I want. Hell if I know what that is." We both laughed.
The announcements ended and class began. Signifying that it was my time to put my head down and doodle/sleep. Depending on my amount of energy.
I couldn't really fall asleep though because I kept thinking about what in the world I could possibly write that would be 100 pages long. What could I, David Gordon, have to say about anything that could last long? I'm not creative enough for fiction, so it'll have to be true. The truth hurts.
A/N: Well? What do ye think? Confused a little? Maybe.
A/N: I got an idea! Can you believe it? I can't. I really wanted some sort of inspiration to come to me because I'm working more with less homework and such. Anyways, I went over to my bookshelf to see if anything would give me the little push I needed and BAM! My muse was working tonight. This story is based kind of on Rob Thomas's "Rats Saw God" Which is a really amazing book that everyone should read, after of course reading this story. I'd normally give background information, but that would just ruin the story.
~Senior year~
"Mr. Gordon, can you tell me why you are barely passing every single one of your classes, yet your records from your previous school and your testing scores show impeccable intelligence?" The new guidance counselor, Mr. Davis, was lecturing me. Too early if you ask me. I hadn't even gotten a chance to sneak away to Lot before he caught up to me and pulled me in here.
"Nope." I apathetically replied.
"How about what happened in Hillridge? What made you leave? What made you get sent to the office for-" he checked his records "-coming high to class?"
"I just changed is all." This guy is really testing me now. Big deal. I left Hillridge. Want me to send out a memo? I took my finals and left. I got in my car and drove to my mom's house in Seattle. Reasons? No.
"Changed, huh? Well, this envelope says you haven't. It says you're a National Merit finalist. What do you say to that?" He threw the envelope towards me.
"Nothing."
"David, do you think of Seattle as home? Or Hillridge?"
I couldn't stop myself from imagining the only place I ever felt truly at peace. "Neither really. I don't really consider either one a home. Just the place I live."
"What do you consider your home?"
I gulped. "Nowhere."
He seemed to have given up this battle. "Mr. Gordon, you are aware that you are missing an English credit? From right before you transferred here?"
No matter how hard I tried, Hillridge and everything else related to my departure never seemed to leave me. The reason I was here never seemed to leave. "I know I'm missing the credit, but it isn't going to hurt me is it?"
"Well, summer school can take care of this little problem right away."
"No way. I'm a senior. I am graduating in June. No summer school. There's gotta be something I can do." I just wanna get out of this god forsaken place as fast as I can.
"We could work something out..." Mr. Davis started.
"What? Anything. I'll do it."
"Write me a 100 page essay." He flatly replied.
"Essay? That's a freaking novel." I yelled.
"Fine. Write me a 100 page novel." He looks just too damn smug about all of this.
"About what?"
"Anything. Write 100 pages about anything. Give it to me and if you do well enough, I will give you your English credit."
"No catch? Just write. Nothing else." I eyed him suspiciously.
"No catch, Mr. Gordon. You write, you get the credit. Deal?" He held out his hand to me.
I eagerly took it.
= In Class =
I was sitting in my usual seat, back right corner, right by the window, in my math class. Barely listening to the announcements and the chatter of people beside me. Mikey walked in, ten minutes late, and plopped down in his seat next to me. He put his head down on the desk and then noticed that I was seated next to him.
"Dude, run late this morning? You weren't out at Lot." He groggily asked me.
"No. I couldn't make it out there. New guidance counselor got to me before I could."
"Oh, shit. Is he as crazy as everyone's been saying?"
"I'm beginning to think so." I honestly replied.
"What'd he do?"
"He told me to write this thing and I'll get credit for the English I don't have."
"That's so sweet."
"I know. But, that's not normal. He should be signing me up for summer school or some shit."
"True. Why'd he do it?"
"Don't ask me."
"What do you have to write about?"
"Anything I want. Hell if I know what that is." We both laughed.
The announcements ended and class began. Signifying that it was my time to put my head down and doodle/sleep. Depending on my amount of energy.
I couldn't really fall asleep though because I kept thinking about what in the world I could possibly write that would be 100 pages long. What could I, David Gordon, have to say about anything that could last long? I'm not creative enough for fiction, so it'll have to be true. The truth hurts.
A/N: Well? What do ye think? Confused a little? Maybe.