Flaming Sons

Denise Muniz

Hurry Up

Class is so boring. I just want go home and play my damn guitar. Why do I need to pay attention to this garbage anyway? Why does a twelve year old need to know about Columbus and how wonderful he was? Man, that guy stole this place from the Indians and ain’t nobody teaching me otherwise. Maybe if I put my head down I can catch a nap before the next class? I cross my arms on the desktop, making a nice cushion for my head, but before I can rest someone throws something at the back of my head. What the hell? Turning around, I see my best friend, Brad, looking at his desk and ripping a piece of paper before rolling it into a ball. That jerk. When he looks up he sees me and smiles. Turning back around, I grab whatever paper I can find…

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