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my teacher.” Tommy? It is odd that he has the no good. I can tell that he is not learning My eyes shift to the other the side
“He can’t!,” the girl acts like the boy same nickname as mine. anything as his eyes wander around of the room and I see a calendar--2157.
has said something like the aliens are The girl, Margie, quickly asks the screen and I notice him snoring a
real, “A man can’t know as much as a Tommy, “Can I read the book some couple of times. The so-called teacher ***
teacher.” more with you after school?” does not wake him up or encourage him “Thomas! Thomas!” Thomas wakes
What exactly is their godly clever “Maybe,” Tommy replies, whistles to participate. Plus, what is Tommy up to the call of his mom in the hospital.
teacher? and walks away with the book. I doing here all alone by himself? He He cannot believe what he has just
“He knows almost as much, I quickly follow him downstairs. needs company - friends to share seen. Was it a dream? An illusion?
betcha.” A big wide screen quickly grabs my thoughts and discuss lessons with.
The girl is a little bit stunned before attention. It is similar to television but A P.E. class that allows the boy to It does not matter as Thomas has
she continues to argue, “I wouldn’t want only more high-tech. There are letters enjoy some fresh air would have also now learned one important thing - he
a strange man in my house to teach on the screen with weird electronic been nice. learns to appreciate his teachers, his
me.” Sure, strange. sound, “Today’s geometric lesson is This is absurd. I even wish my books and his school. After his recovery,
“You don’t know much, Margie,” the on angles. Please insert yesterday’s English teacher were here teaching he goes back to the school and starts
boy can barely say with laughter, “The homework in the proper slot.” instead of this lackluster instructor. paying attention in class and studying
teacher didn’t live in the house. They Watching the screen is amusing for Right now, reading a book is probably hard. Soon enough, he graduates
had a special building and all the kids the first few minutes but after an hour more fascinating. With that thought in proudly with a GPA of 3.5 He then goes
went there.” it becomes terribly painful to the eyes. mind, I run back upstairs to see the on to accomplish his goal, which is to
What? They don’t know that? I sit up, straightening up my back, book that the kids were reading. I skim become a pilot.
I walk a little closer towards them blinking several times to adjust to the through the book and realize that it is
to get a better look at the book. It is an light that the evil screen flashes into my written about my school. This is getting
ancient book covered with a black eyes. weirder and weirder. My hands
alphabet all over the pale yellow papers. Man this is worse than going to a accidently brush the book off of the
It somehow looks familiar. But just real school. Every part of my body hurts table and it falls on the ground, face-up
before I actually get to read the book, but Tommy shows no sign of getting up and closes. I cannot believe my eyes.
someone shouts so loudly that I jump. so I decide to continue observing him. Thomas Reidinger. Heart pounding,
“Margie! School!” Clenching my palms in and out, tapping hands shaking, I pick up the book to look
“Not yet, Mama” my feet on the ground, I can’t take it at it more carefully. Although the ink has
“Now! And it’s probably time for anymore. Sitting in a chair, staring at faded, I remember the handwriting
Tommy too.” the screen all day is doing the poor boy clearly as it is mine.