Post by LANFORD ANSON WHYTE on Apr 18, 2012 14:56:52 GMT -5
I AM VERY PROUD OF MY DADDY'S NAME
Homework.
What an offensive term. Even for good students like Lanford, the thing could be appalling. There were so many other things he could be doing instead. Namely, working on a painting that he had been slaving over for at least an hour every day of the past week. He wasn't quite sure what to call it, in all honesty. It was very different from his usual colorful style, but he liked it. He didn't think he would convert for good, though.
Frustrated, Annie let his pen fall to the table and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms. He had been in the God forsaken library for an hour and a half, at least. He didn't think he would ever finish.
And what a load it was that needed to be finished. He had two writing assignments for English (one that was due the next day and had been assigned four days earlier and the other that wasn't due for three days or so but that he wanted to get out of the way, in fear of a repeat performance), nearly four pages of math problems that he had already worked through, a ton of research to do for History, and a lab report to write for Science. It was a lot, especially to do at one time. His lower back was beginning to ache and his head pounded.
Annie had been pretty stressed out lately. What with his father contacting him again, there was more pressure than ever for him to get into a good college. He was worried, though, because he hadn't even checked to find out if colleges accepted kids from AMG. He was sure they did. Did admissions offices know what AMG was? They had to. Right? It was all really confusing to him. He was a freak, after all. Who would want a freak--even an intelligent one with top grades and an influential father--on their campus with other, normal, harmless kids?
I bet that prick didn't think about that when he sent me here.
In Annie's eyes, the school didn't do anything but single him out for something he was hardly ever going to use. Sure, it was cool to be able to mow the grass from the porch and all, but it wasn't like he could build an army of Megatrons and conquer the world. He wasn't dangerous. He was a little weird, sure, but he didn't belong here. Now there was a huge sign on his back reading WARNING: DANGEROUS FREAK whenever he spoke to anyone with access to the public records. It was demeaning and frustrating and . . . ugh. He shouldn't be thinking this way. Not while he was trying to focus.
He picked up his pen again and started attacking his homework. One day at a time, Annie. One day at a time.
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