THE PERFECT TURTLE

"Throw those away now?" Still brings fear into my life. Out of everything that has happened in my small past, I have really understood only a little there is to know. Out of everything, I learned a hard lesson one day. Knowing that I should have not only transferred out of Mrs. Dart's 11th Grade English class, but I should have earned an A. Well sadly, neither of those two things happened that long, Dart, cold Tri- Semester.

The day was warm the wind blew by smoothly. The massive school lay in front of me. I slowly edged my way forward. I wanted to turn and run, except I knew where I had to be. Chad, a young man who had black hair, with a small white patch on his right part of his head. And RJ who had much darker skin stood behind me. They both looked at me, as we all held our drinks.

"You go first," Chad said slowly. I nodded as I entered into the side door to the high school. The long hallway seemed too dark for comfort. The door was to my right, and after the door stood lockers. The door to the classroom was closed. I looked down as my hand gripped the handle. The door made a loud creaking noise, which filled the hallway. The noise bounced off of each locker and the walls. It soon faded, as it moved threw the school. I stood still for a moment before I opened the door the rest of the way. A small amount of mist slowly crept outward. I stood frozen not knowing what to do next. I took a deep breath holding my soda cup tightly. I nodded my head and walked forward. I knew this was itthe moment of truth.

(Now before I move on I think it is time that I talk a little about whom the heck Mrs. Dart is. She is an English teacher who was born in like 1905. She was raised by Wolves and I believe if I was told right Monkeys from Space. She did though grow up somewhere in Alaska. Where she attended school, now how she ended up here in Utah I do not know. Okay now back to our little story.)

The class fell silent as I walked forward. I knew what I was in forbut this time I was ready for what she was going to throw at me. Well I thought I was.

A crooked nose pointed at me sharply, her beady eyes watched closely. "Throw that away now!" Her shrill voice filled me ears at once beating against my eardrums. I stood dumbfounded for just a moment "Throw that away! Did you not hear me?" Her voice came even harder hitting my eardrums once again. I closed my eyes as tears filled them from the shirking pain; slowly walking back the way I had come

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