Do you ever get that feeling where your full, and you want to expand your tummy, but then it hurts if you blow it out, or even touch it. So you lay back in your chair in pain? I do. Quite often. But it doesn’t happen to me when I’m full. It happens to me when my head is full. Full of questions, and answers, and just everything. I want to make my head bigger. But that’s just not possible. So, I hold my head, and stand up, so everything that has filled up my head, falls down down to the rest of my body, which seems strong enough to handle it. But yet I still feel pain in my head. Like, all the time. I look down at the ground when I walk, and I sleep with no blankets, just to keep the sweat off. But still, It won’t go away.

I don’t know when all the pain started. Maybe it was when I got into that private school. All the things and homework pilled up. All they need and want from you is the work, they don’t even grade it, well they do but, they know who is who. So even if my paper deserves an A, they will give it a B, just because, I get a lot of B’s. So I come home, with my backpack full, and work in my hands, throw it on the floor, and just lay on my bed. Sometimes for hours, sometimes I miss dinner, and sometimes I fall asleep there. Which is where the stress and fullness piles up in my head. All I ever think is “Oh I have so much work to do. I will only lay in bed for a few minutes.”, then is turns into hours.

I get to school the next day and the teachers are collecting homework. “Jake, where’s your homework?” They say.
“Ummm, I-I…….aaaaaa. Forgot to do it?”
“Ugh. Just take a seat.”
So I sit down, at the back. So no one can watch my head roll, and my eyes craze. I like being alone. It makes me feel free, and I don’t have to impress people.
“Hey Jake.” This girl named Alley sits at the desk beside me. I don’t really talk to girls. What should I say? Hi? Let’s take a whack at it.
“Ah, hello.” I say, I bet she can hear the unsteadiness of my voice. I scoot my self up in the chair for better posture.
“I don’t see you much, do you miss classes?” I look at her. Big blue eyes, brown hair, comes down to her waist. Small cute noise, with a girly mouth. The perfect date. Pink shirt on with some jeans, and allstar shoes. A guys dream.
“Aaaa. Miss classes? No. I just kinda, um, sit back here…” Why do I always sweat? Why does this happen to me? I want her to leave, but stay. She probably sees my sweat. Is it dripping down the side of my face? Ick.
“Why do you sit back here? You learn much more and get much more attention in the front.” Jees. Why so many questions?!
Well Why do you sit back here?” Did I just stand up to a girl? Somethings not right, oh wait.
“What?!” Good job, you made her mad. Real smooth.
“Oh um nothing i meant to say umm. I sit back here because it’s to crowded in the front?” Did I save my self?
“Oh, okay. Well, may I join you back here?” She wants to sit by you! It’s a date! Well not really. Okay, don’t panic say…… ummmm……..
“Sure…” Okay, task completed. Breathe. She set her books on her desk and looked at the bell. I guess she was waiting for it to ring. So opened her mouth. Oh, nope she closed it. Oh here she goes again.
“So Jake, how long have you been going to this school?” RING RING RING RING. Crap. Just as we were about to start a conversation. Why does my life suck?
“Ok class. I see that everyone, well not everyone, but 29 out of 30 of you brought your homework back.” I put my head on my desk to hide the embarrassment. Everyone knew it was me. “Now, let’s get started on todays assignment.” I looked over at Alley who was looking strait into the teachers eyes. Listening. Smart girl, I did the same, but found no interest in what he was saying. Which just “happened” to be about responsibility. He looked at me and I shivered. He was talking about me, AGAIN. then he passed out this paper that said ” All the different symbols in the English language.” The I hear him say study and memorize. Crap. We had to learn all of that! Oh well, I’ll flunk the test, if there is one. I looked over at Alley, again, she was looking at the page. Then she raised her hand.
“Yes, Alley?”
“Yes, I was wondering if there will be a test on this?” She read my mind!!!!
“Yes, there will. This week in fact. You have 3 days to learn all 203 symbols on the page in front of you! Get to work. And Jake, flunk the test, flunk 9th grade.” I gulped.

This? 3 days! Impossible. But after class when I walked by the door I saw Alley already done studying half the thing! I made up my mind. She is to good for me. I walked over to her and said, ” Hey so what symbol are you on?”. She looked up at me and then glanced back down.”148, what number are you on.?” I thought about this for a second…..”Well it depends on what number I want to be on. I want to be done-” She stopped me short. “Your done?! Wow! That was fast! How’d you do it?!” I had no time to finish, or answer her question when the bell rang……and rang…….and rang, until I sat down in my seat for English.