Simon – I'm Not a Wolf -Yet
I was bored, as in out-of-my-mind, punch-through-a-wall-just-for-something-to-do bored. I couldn't sketch, because I had already filled my page with doodles of manga wolves and real ones and people and animals…
"Simon, Simon" It was my teacher miss Claufel(and no I'm not kiding that really is her name). "Simon, opposed to what you might think, this is not art class, it is social studies." With a stern look she snagged the paper from under my hand and, with a distaning look, lobbed it in the resicaling bin. Before I tell you any more, let me tell you this: I have problems, more holes than a piece of mozzarella that has been in a starving mouse's den for a millennia. So I got really ticked off, Hey it wasn't my fault the pencil sharpener was next to me and my aim is so good. But I was sent to the principals anyway with a lawsuit and expulsion bearing down to me. So when I walked into the room I was not surprised to see my aunt and uncle and my principals faces fixed in identical frowns. I got right to the chase, I sank into an armchair. "How much trouble am I in?" My aunt said with a fureas glower "Loads, you broke three of miss Claufel's ribs and gave her a heart murmur But the school is willing to give you one more chance. Do you accept?"
I said, "Can I have a few days to you know, think about it?"
The principals nodded.
When I got out into the hall, I pumped my fist in the air, "Yes, no school for a week, yes yes, yes".
Then the bell rang for the end of the day. This was the best day ever I thought. Little did I know how wrong I was.