“Okay, bye mom,” I said.

I open the car door and jumped out onto to the cemented ground.

“Hey your backpack is unzip,” my mom yelled from the car.

“Thanks for telling me,” I said and I zipped my bag.

My name’s Duby Dee, which I know sounds like a guy’s name but that’s what my parents named me. I’m a Georgia girl who lives a typically boring and unexciting life in a small town called Lubes. A teenager like me dreams of an exciting life were action and mystery sparks the air. A boring place like this just drowns me in boredom and makes me inappropriately day dream like a small child.

I opened one of the doubled doors and joined other students who were also walking down the hall in a hurry. I walked fast down the hall making it into Ms. Benton’s room before the bell ranged. I took my seat to the back of the class room next to the fire escape door. This was the best seat in the class cause you could look outside at the sky and grass. Plus it’s an easy escape route if you want to skip a class.

I looked over at the short black girl sitting in front of me, who was drawing a picture of a person’s face. It was Janet, a girl who had became my friend during the first semester. She would always talk about how her brother’s practically tortured the squirrel by sticking objects down its throat. My throat hurt hearing her talk about it.

“What you drawing now?” I asked.

“Some white woman I found interesting out of a magazine,” she said.

“Well can you draw me a picture of MJ?” I asked.

“Sure, but you have to bring me the picture,” Janet said.

“Deal, I’ll pay you five bucks when you finish,” I said.

“I’ll do it for free for you,” she said.

“No, art takes time for you to do. I’m paying you,” I said.

“That’s true Duby,” she said.

“Okay boys and girls open your reading book to page 209,” Ms. Benton said.

The students began moaning and sighing.

“I could make you read this by yourself and then take a quiz tomorrow,” Ms. Benton said.

The moaning stop and people pulled out their reading books from under their desk.

“Greg I would like for to read the first paragraph,” Ms. Benton said.

“Ms. Benton, I’m illiterate,” the boy said in his defense.

“No you’re not. Read!”

“Okay. These are the………..t………t,” Greg said.

“Times,” Ms. Benton said.

“Um what that “t-h-a-t” word,” Greg said.

The whole class laughed.

“I don’t know why y’all laughing because we’re not moving on til he read this paragraph,” Ms. Benton said.

The opening of a door sound could be heard. I looked up to see a guy name Ez sneak in and take his seat.The teacher turned around and looked at Ez.

“Now I know you didn’t magically warp yourself into the classroom,” Ms. Benton said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ez said.

“We are never going to finish this passage,” I said to Janet.