Post by JAMAL TYRONE JOHNSON on Apr 11, 2012 20:49:41 GMT -5
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]248 WORDS FOR OPEN Well I would like to say hello. I am super bored so I am going to write this and I am so sorry if its long but its what I wanna do so hope you like it (: DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] [/style]Jamal, of course, got in trouble for telling Mrs. Haddox she was a bitch. It wasn't his fault that she was one of the worst teachers in the world. She was little and wrinkly. She had a bad attitude. Jamal was just doing his work when she came by him and criticized his work. He hasn't really done anything wrong that's when he stood up and called her a bitch. Apparently it was inappropriate and immature, so He got sent to ISS for the rest of the day. He grabbed his stuff stood up and said See they shouldn't let ugly ass teachers in this school he said to the wrinkly old teacher. He walked out of the classroom slamming the door behind him then took the long way to the iss room. He wanted to kill someone, especially her for ruining his art work. He already knew where this room was because he only got send here a hundred times. He reached the room that had new faces and old. It was no surprise that his favorite security guard, Tyson. Them two had history. Jamal always had to have that one come and get him when he got out of control. He looked around the room and found someone in his spot. He walked up to the person and said Um excuse me but I believe that's my seat. Jamal said not caring who the person was just only that they would move. |
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