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you sat through her third-period class idly fidgeting with her pencil, her train of thought was soon interrupted by the intercom. With a loud beep, the familiar words followed: Rashad Bello please come to the office. Soon enough all heads turned to the back of the class where the school menace Rashad sat next to you.
With a sigh, he got up and sauntered out of the class, for the seventh time that week, and it was only Wednesday.
After the bell rang you headed down to the office where Rashad was most likely sitting outside. And just as she predicted there he was sitting outside the office, arms crossed and in a heck of a bad mood.
He looked up at her and gave a mischievous grin, “Yo, what's good you? Guess I got in trouble again” He said nonchalantly like this was a normal thing, maybe because it was.
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