Carla COOKOO Cassidy chapter 1 (Nothing Special)

"Carla what is the answer to question 5?"
"Mr. Vodo, see I-"
"Carla..."
"Mr. Vodo, as I was saying.... I have my homework but...."
"But..."
"But... my, my, my..."
"Your dog ate it?" Mr. Vodo guessed at the usual answer.
"No, I said I have it-"
"Then what is the answer to question 5?"
"Well, I don't exactly have, have it."
"Well then what do you have, have?"
"No, see-"
"Natalie, question 5." Mr. Vodo turned away, went to his desk, and wrote something down on a piece of graph paper already covered with marks from A-F.

RING RING RING!!!!!

The class shuffled out of the classroom sprinting the the lunch room. Mr. Vodo sat at his dark brown desk with his reading glasses, that he usually doesn't wear, on, grading papers.
"Mr. Vodo? Do you have a sec?"
There was a slight pause and all I could hear for that dreadful three seconds was the tick of the clock overhead.
"Sec?" Mr. Vodo tipped his glasses and turned to me like I made a mistake.
"Second, sorry." I waited for him to say something, but he didn't. "Ok, well.... see with my homework-"
"I already marked you down, F."
"Well, see..."
"Carla, I am tired of 'well, see....' Give me the truth, straight forward. It is less irritating."
"Oh... sorry. Wel- This is what happened." I caught myself just a split second before he completely left the room. "I don't have my homework with me this second. I guarentee you, I did it, but I left it home. You know, people forget sometimes."
"Did you forget to do your homework?"
"No, just bring it in." There was a long pause. "I can show you it tomorrow if you would like."
"No. Carla, you get a zero for the day. I am sorry. But that is how I work." I could tell he wanted me out now.
I didn't say a word after that. No 'Ok, I understand. Have a nice day.' Nothing. I turned around, and walked out.

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The hallways were covered in gray paint, nothing special. The lockers were beige, again... nothing special. And my locker number was 641, nothing special.
What WAS special was this: The lunch room ALWAYS gave out free ice cream and water. And we had a 50 minute lunch period, free to go outside!
That is what I call spectacular!

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I am Carla Cassidy by the way. Seventh grader who goes to East Ocean Intermidiate School. My school is definetely nothing special.
I have black hair and palish skin. Freckles, and I would say I'm kind of tall and thin.
I am not the best student.... and Mr. Vodo is not my favorite teacher.
Some call me 'cookoo' but I let brush by me. Who cares if you're alittle bit... cookoo? Not me, and not really anyone else. It just amuses them.

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I got to my next class after lunch, Mrs. Brinner. That name 'Brinner' really, REALLY, annoys me. Brinner, Brinner, Brinner! Is that all everybody says around here!
"Carla, you're late." She said with her nasley voice.
"Yes, I know." I mumbled underneath my breath.
I sat down practically ignoring the comment just made by Mrs. Brinner.
"Well, as I said..." He voice sounds so conjested it is painful even listening to it.
"The project suplies are up here. The project directions are up there. And the project rubric is up over in that corner." Of course, she is not very good at giving directions. And projects of hers are not usually fun. I fail most of them.
"Carla, get to work." I stared up from my desk at the old lady. "Don't keep your head down on your desk, get working." I just stared at the old sloppy lady.
Finally she walked away, thank goodness! After a nice calming, quiet five seconds, I walked up to get the paper.
It said on the board:
'Fold paper in half hotdog style.'
This is something Mrs. Brinner says alot. 'Hotdog. Oh hamburger! Let's all go get some ceasor salad while were at it! HA HA HA HA HA HA!' Uhhhh....... That is TOO annoying.
So I folded the paper. Big acomplishment. Woo, now I can rest for five more seconds.