My story continued.

“Why were you sleeping?! You know that is a rule in class, ‘If you can’t keep your eyes open, don’t come to this classroom’,” Mr. Markman said in a frustrated tone. “This is the last time I am going to tell you this, Mr. Samuels.”
“Oh..uhh..okay, sorry sir,” Darren mumbled with drool dripping down his chin.
“Today, class, we are going to interpret the concepts of frequent misinterpretation that were acknowledged in chapter 17 of the class book. Who would like to start?”
-Silence-
“...Uh, can you say that in human-talk?” The class turned around to the back of the room and stared at Ashley Baker, every body’s worst nightmare. As silence spread through the room, the only noise left that was heard was the smacking of her multiple pieces of gum in her big, wide mouth. Her pearly whites blinded peers, and her voice deafened the unfortunate group of people around her. “I don’t understand one bit of what you’re trying to say. Tell me again in-“
“Oh, in kinn-dee-garr-denn speak? We-will-talk-about-words.” The class chuckled at their teacher’s sarcastic comment. He smirked and began to lecture about his “complex” topic.

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“Man! You drooled enough saliva to fill my swimming pool in my back yard! Why were you so tired in Markman’s class?” Darren looked over to his right and saw his best friend, Marcos. “Whassup?”
Darren smiled. “I..I uh..had a rough morning?”
“Oh.. well I took a picture, see?” He reached into his back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his T-Mobile Sidekick. He flipped the phone open and pulled up the expanded picture on his little 5 inch screen. Marcos laughed hysterically while he shoved the picture into Darren’s face.
“Okay okay I get it..i look stupid when I sleep. Now delete it..seriously.” Darren pleaded.
“Fine, dude, you can’t take one joke? Are you on your period?” Marcos started to point at Darren and giggle at his own lame jokes. He pointed at Darren’s crotch area of his jeans and taunted some more. “Oh, you better change your tampon before you over-bleed!”
“Shut up, man.”
“Hahaha, you can’t take it, Darren.”
“SHUT UP MARCOS.”
Marcos continued to taunt Darren, and as people that were walking by started to laugh at his mean jokes, Darren turned into a ticking time bomb. His face turned cherry red and his nostrils flared.
“Whoah dude, calm the hell down. I’m just messing with you! Maybe you are just PMS-ing or something..-“
“THAT’S IT!” Darren yelled. His hands launched forward and aimed for Marcos’ throat. He grabbed his neck and squeezed his hands tightly around it. Marcos’ feet slowly rose above the ground and the peers around them were gasping and staring in shock.
“Dude..ple-..put-..down-“ Marco’s voice trailed off and he could no longer breathe. His cheeks turned purple from loss of air in his lungs.
“DARREN SAMUELS!” boomed a loud, angry voice. Darren’s hands suddenly gave out from the pure shock of hearing his assistant principal yelling his name. “PUT MARCOS DOWN AND STEP AWAY!” His hands let loose and Marcos fell to the floor. Their peers stared in awe at how Darren’s anger could lead him to such actions. “YOU BETTER MARCH TO MY OFFICE RIGHT THIS SECOND, DARREN, OR I’LL HAVE TO CONTACT THE POLICE.”
“UGH!” Darren grunted. He punched the wall with mad emotions running through him, leaving a huge dent in the drywall. People just stared as he slowly walked with the assistant principal’s arm connected to him.