User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Michael Diaz's days at Bullworth part 5

"Good morning class. Sit down and we can get started," the Math teacher snapped. I checked my schedule. 60 minutes of math. I grabbed math sheets off the obese teacher's desk. I sat down and sighed with relief. Thank god, the teacher isn't introducing me to his class, I thought, with anticipation. Math is fun.

I was working through my questions like wildfire; within 10 minutes I was on question 15 of 30. Then I noticed one of the rich Preppies copying off my test. I let my aggression get the best of me at this moment. "Hey, idiot. Why don't you work for your answers instead of taking mine." I whisper to him ambient enough for him to hear. He chuckles.

"Oh, Pauper. I have more chances at life then you'll ever get. The least that you could let me do is copy off your test. I can pay you," he said almost like he knew I would take his offer. Sad thing for him is that I won't take money for someone who should just grow a pair and learn something that could get him big rewards in the future. Well him being some 'high class' asshole. He probably thinks he has everything. But in the future I'll have the last laugh while he falls deep in debt.

"Michael Diaz, Jesse Miller," The teachers voice echos through the classroom. "Go to the office, first turn in your papers and I will check them." The fatso teacher says, looking akwardly at the door.

I decided not to speak as everytime I try to argue my innocence it gets me into even bigger trouble so I remain silent and follow the rich brat that got me in trouble. When I close the door he turns around a smirks at me. I clench up my fists and punch him right square in the face. He falls as my fists hammer down on his face. Soon blood pours down his face. Then a prefect grabs both of us and takes us both one at a time to the headmasters office.

TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!!!