Dad’s theory is that life is rough, and I might as well get used to it. I would have yelled for him to make Patrick leave me alone, but it wouldn’t do any good. “You creep!” I screamed, trying to wriggle out of his grip. But that’s how things work in our family. You know how it is: you get upset, things build up inside you, and suddenly you BOP! someone. I would tell you why my big brother was beating on me if I could, but I can’t, because I don’t know. I said “OW!” instead of “out” because Patrick had just landed a major noogie on my skull. “Patrick!” I shouted, mad now instead of terrified. “Aliens!” But even as I was screaming, I saw in the mirror that the arm holding me was a strong human arm. “It’s not go-away time, it’s bopping time!”Ī strong arm wrapped around my neck. “Go away!” I yelled, spattering toothpaste foam across the mirror. “Hey, Duncan,” rasped a voice from behind me, “what time is it?”Ī wave of terror washed over me. I was standing in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, when I looked up and saw a horrible green face in the mirror. My Teacher Fried My Brains CHAPTER ONE First Day Blues
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