I went to school under the impression that Ms. Moore was going to assign homework because we did not have any for the whole week. She told me that I was wrong. There was a new student in the class and she did not assign homework because it would be a burden for the student. Thank god. 

"Everyone take a seat. I am excited to tell you about the new student before I introduce him." This was a first. Usually, the new student went unnoticed until they the mustered up the courage to talk for themselves. Somehow, the students would begin t notice there was a new student and slowly move into their circle. I was different. When I came to Ms. Moore's class, she told me to sit in the back of the room. No one talked to me for almost an entire week. I hated school during that time. But now, it was different. They must have been special. 

When the new student stepped into the classroom,  I was dumbfounded. It was the kid with the dots all over his face. His eyes narrowed as he looked around the room. They were damn near closed when they landed on me. I made a face at him, sticking my tongue out.

"Focker! Don't do that. Stop being rude." She grabbed a piece of chalk from the board and wrote my name down. "Now, this is your new classmate Aiden Wright. He moved here from the east, but he was born and raised here. I heard he was an honor student, so please be nice to him. I also heard his father is a very hard worker, but we can talk about that another time." She looked down at him, smiling.

"Is there anything you would like to say to the class?" Here I am tapping my school desk repetitively with the end of my pencil, staring out of the window, wishing I was anywhere but here. Ms. Moore wrote a line next to my name. One more strike and I would have to stay after school to wipe the desk.  "Ms. Moore," he started. "Can I sit next to him." His finger rose about an inch above his collarbone, accusingly as he pointed at me.

"Uh, hon. Are you sure? He isn't the brightest one in the bunch. I recommend that you do not sit next to that boy either," she pointed to Adobe. "He is not that smart either." Aiden looked at her with the most disgusted face. He walked to the back of the class and sat in the empty seat next to me. "I don't care." The room went silent.

Ms. Moore's face showed a mixture of shock and annoyance she wrote another line next to my name. Three strikes and you're out.

"I didn't even do anything. You're getting mad at me because Mr. Wright over here didn't listen to you. That doesn't have anything to do with me!" The sound of her heels echoed through the silent room as she walked t my desk. "If you didn't gossip all the time, maybe someone would listen to you," I said, matter-of-factly. 

Her hand cracks across my face and for a second I thought it wasn't real. When black dots quit covering my vision, I am sitting in the middle of the room with everyone watching me. Suddenly there is a burst of laughter from one person. Then they all start laughing. Adobe suddenly doubled himself up and burst into a loud harsh cackle of laughter.

"I am going to call your mother. You are staying after school today to clean all five classrooms, ya' hear. Next time, you should listen to me," she hissed, returning to the chalkboard. This time, my name got crossed out completely.

Later that day, at lunch, I stayed clear of everyone. Ms. Moore had told the lunch lady I was being a nuisance, so today I was greeted by a handful of squishy mashed potatoes. It was different shades of grey. I almost puked just looking at it. Adobe apologized, but I was not having it.

"I'm sorry. I did not mean to laugh. I have never seen her face like that. She looked like a red tomato. It was hilarious."

"Adobe, don't talk to me." I shoved a mouthful of mashed potatoes in m mouth, instantly gagging. I spit it into the grass. "Get away from me."

"C'mon. You know I do not have anyone else to sit next to. Please, I'll give you my food. For the whole week! Just don't be mad at me." He stared at me with those puppy dog eyes of his. If his face wasn't so adorable and my stomach hadn't growled so loud, I would have ignored everyone for the rest of the day. I shoved the food into my mouth, mouth watering over the goodness. The cream cheese was smooth while the chicken felt rough, but, nonetheless, the meat tasted very good with the cheese.

"Are you still mad at me?" He asked.

"No, but if you ever laugh at me again, I'm going to kick you in the balls. Like, really hard."

"That's going to hurt."

"Exactly, so don't laugh at me ever again."

Adobe grabs some snow off the ground and threw it onto my plate. He laughs, jumping up to run away from me. I tackle him to the ground, making sure the dirt gets in his face, even in his mouth. We continue to tackle each on the ground, screaming and laughing until lunch is over. After lunch, school is over. Adobe frowns at me, grabbing me by the shoulder. We huddle in the corner of the hallway. "I can stay if you want me to. My grandma is sleep all the time anyway. She won't even notice that I am gone."

"No, you should go home. I don't want you to get in trouble."

"But-"

"Go home." He whined a little, dusting off his clothes. Adobe waved goodbye as I waked to find the devil herself. 

I spent the rest of the day cleaning classrooms, hallways, and taking out the trash. My back hurt, and I felt three times older than my own age. I would be 42. That's very old. I walk like my limbs don’t really belong to me and each step is hurting my body even more. Everything hurts now. Every damn thing. When I got home, My mom told me that Jack wanted to meet up at the boss's house tomorrow. I nod my head and get ready for bed. I knew what was going to come in the morning and I did not like it.