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Old Story: - My teacher put the paper face down on my desk. Oh God. I slowly turn it over and my heart sinks. F. I think I speak for all black kids when I say this: My ass was bouta get toe up. I put the paper into my folder and contemplate moving to China, changing my name, and becoming a sex slave. I put these thought aside. Instead, dread and anxiety consumes me. What if my ass fall off? What if I die from the pain? I clench my cheeks all day. As we get on the bus ride home, I start silently crying. "You good my nigga?" I show my friend my test and he nods. We bow our heads in prayer. The bus stops and I get off and walk home. I unlock my front doot quietly. I slowly walk to my ro- "Where you going lil boy?" My mother, or what I actually saw, the Devil, was sitting on the living room couch. "I was just going to put my stuff down." "Nuh uh, lemme see that test first." I get the chills. I slowly open my backpack and pullout the piece of paper. I hand it to the Devil. She snatches it and glares at me. I bow my head in silence. "Boy what did I tell you?" "Momma I wa-" "I aint tell yo ass to talk back! How this happen huh?" I dont say anything. "So you aint got nothing to say?" "But you just-" "Shut the hell up! Go outside and get a switch." I look up. A switch. If there was a God, he was taking a nap. I was alone. I walk outside and pick my death weapon. I hand it to my mother. "Pull ya pants down." "But Momm-" "PULL YA PANTS DOWN" Ok Fogle damn. I pull my shorts down. I say one final prayer to God that he would have mercy on me. But like just like Hellen Keller, he wasnt hearing it. Im never failing Gym again.: VE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REAMIL REM REVIVEREVIVE REVIVE VE REVIVE ENIVF REMMEVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE RE RE REVIVE PEVNE REVIVE REVIVE REN REVIVE REWE REA REMVF REVIVE REVIVE REVREMVE REVIVET REM REM REM REVIVE Old Story: - My teacher put the paper face down on my desk. Oh God. I slowly turn it over and my heart sinks. F. I think I speak for all black kids when I say this: My ass was bouta get toe up. I put the paper into my folder and contemplate moving to China, changing my name, and becoming a sex slave. I put these thought aside. Instead, dread and anxiety consumes me. What if my ass fall off? What if I die from the pain? I clench my cheeks all day. As we get on the bus ride home, I start silently crying. "You good my nigga?" I show my friend my test and he nods. We bow our heads in prayer. The bus stops and I get off and walk home. I unlock my front doot quietly. I slowly walk to my ro- "Where you going lil boy?" My mother, or what I actually saw, the Devil, was sitting on the living room couch. "I was just going to put my stuff down." "Nuh uh, lemme see that test first." I get the chills. I slowly open my backpack and pullout the piece of paper. I hand it to the Devil. She snatches it and glares at me. I bow my head in silence. "Boy what did I tell you?" "Momma I wa-" "I aint tell yo ass to talk back! How this happen huh?" I dont say anything. "So you aint got nothing to say?" "But you just-" "Shut the hell up! Go outside and get a switch." I look up. A switch. If there was a God, he was taking a nap. I was alone. I walk outside and pick my death weapon. I hand it to my mother. "Pull ya pants down." "But Momm-" "PULL YA PANTS DOWN" Ok Fogle damn. I pull my shorts down. I say one final prayer to God that he would have mercy on me. But like just like Hellen Keller, he wasnt hearing it. Im never failing Gym again.
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