I ran away. I emptied the last few hundred dollars out of my
checking account, grabbed my laptop, and ran. I didn’t really have a choice.
I’m okay though. I actually feel really good.
My calculus teacher was being a dick today. He gave us
another quiz. Got angry when I was wrong. “The derivative is right there! Why
the hell would you use Parts on that? That is classic U-Substitution!”
His voice was making me angry. He wouldn’t stop talking. The
rage grew and grew. I grabbed a pen and stood up. My classmates started
screaming. It suddenly felt hot and sticky in the classroom. People were still
screaming as I left. No one seemed to be reacting yet. Everything seemed to
slow down and get really quiet.
I guess I was wrong. People did care.
They’ll probably find me soon. Everyone knows what I look
like. I don’t have a car.
But that’s okay. I’m pretty sure this is what happiness
feels like.
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