F*ck Off!
"Alright Class turn in your homework."
My head starts to hurt.
Hearing my teacher say that makes me want to puke.
I get up tell my teacher, I didn't do my work.
My teacher starts:
"Well isn't that a nice way to study for the test?"
"Now tell me why didn't you do your homework?"
I start talking about all the stress I have lately,
this is too much and I can't handle it.
"Isn't a good enough excuse," my teacher says,
"Write me a two page essay on why you actually didn't do your homework."
Suddenly, everyone in the class got silent.
I found myself in the principal's office.
I realized what I had said.
"I'M DONE WITH THIS S*IT!"
"F*CK OFF!"
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