Story I'm working on.

This Boy.
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“Hurry up Darren, you’re going to be late for your bus,” Mrs. Samuels yelled.
“Coming, mom!” Darren yelled from upstairs. He wiped the small amount of sweat off of his forehead and reached for his big, bulky backpack. He pulled it over one of his shoulders and ran down the stairs, only to see his mom waiting impatiently at the bottom of the staircase. “Sorry..” he mumbled.
“Sorry won’t make the bus come back for you when you miss it, Darren,” she responded angrily.
“Okay. Okay.” Darren grabbed his lunch from the kitchen counter-top, stuffed it in his already over-stuffed backpack, and ran out the door. He scurried over to the car and got in on the passenger side.

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“You know, Darren, you’re grades need to shape up, or I’m going to take you out of this school,” Mrs. Samuels said angrily while concentrating at the icy cold road. “A B-? Really? A B- in English? Son, you speak English. There is no friggin’ reason why you should be failing English.”
“Failing?! Mom, I’m passing with a B-! You need to come to the school meetings to further understand our curriculum. Seriously, you have never been onto the campus of my school unless it’s the registration during the summer.” Darren scowled. He consistently gets frustrated when his mom acts like she knows everything. “Mom, seriously, come to my school, be a visitor, check out our campus. It’s different from most schools, and I’d like to have you see that so you can stop lecturing me over and over and over again.”
“Darren Samuels, grow some balls, learn some English, and get out of my car,” she said in response. Mrs. Samuels never took her eyes off of the road to glance at her son.
“But mom the bus stop is-“
“I know where the bus stop is, I take you there every damn day. Get out of the car, and study some English while you waddle to your stop 3 blocks away.” Mrs. Samuels grunted and slammed on her breaks. The car halted and Darren’s door swung open, revealing moist concrete and a long path to the next closest bus stop.
“I won’t live another day knowing my son is a failure. If you continue to fail, you’ll go live with Jack. Have fun walking.” She smirked as Darren slammed the passenger door shut. As the tires screeched on the streets, Darren was left alone with a puzzled perspective, and his only option was to walk numbly for the next 3 blocks. He only had a few things on his mind, and the biggest thought was about his biological father, Jack. He was the last person he wanted to think about at the moment, so he attempted to shake off the thoughts and trumped towards the crosswalk with a frown.

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“Samantha Rivera?..”
“Here.”
“Darren Samuels?..”
-Silence-
“Darren Samuels? Is Darren Samuels here?” Mr. Markman asked curiously.
“Huh?..What?..Oh..uhh..here,” Darren mumbled as he yawned and wiped his eyes. His quick power nap led him to miss some parts of his first period at North Hills High.
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That’s all I have so farrr:)
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