• Have you ever wondered what a sunset looks like?
    I mean from a birds point of view?
    That was my mission.
    My failed mission, the one that landed me… here!



    I am a tenth grader at Dr. Johnsons Academy for Troubled Girls. Dr. Johnson isn’t even a real person… I know because I researched him when I first came here for Mrs. Shizbag’s English lit class. Think of any names she gets called, especially at a troubled school? Well she made me a “You’re new to this stupid school, so to punish you more write a report on someone” report. So that’s what I did, I Googled the founder of this messed up school, I clicked on all of the links, all 160,562,000, apparently Johnson is a common name, even when you add a doctorate or two, which from the school website he had. So I wrote the report on what I found… nothing. And that’s what I said. I was dragged out of class the second my mouth opened, two burly guys just picked me up and took me away. But instead of dragging me off to my room or the principle, or even the counselor, they took me to some random dude, and sat me in a chair. For a girl’s school there sure were a lot of guys hanging around. The man in front of me was apparently named Dr. Dr. Robert Smith M.S. M.D., at least in his dramatic announcement of himself that was what he said. “Ms. Janie Arcoff, I would greatly appreciate you not telling our students about Dr. Johnsons, in fact I am greatly surprised how you would get this information seeing as all the computers are programmed to notify me at any mention to the Dr., so I am wondering Ms. Arcoff how did you do it?” Man, this man could talk forever, and I bet he actually thought I was listening too.“Ms. Arcoff, are you paying attention? Ms. Arcoff! How did you get that information? Are you even paying attention, I’m Dr. Dr. Robert Smith M.S. M.D., I’m a very important man, and have some very important connections” See, what I tell yah, all he wants to do is talk, talk, talk, and throw around his fancy name, and so called conections. “Hey Mr., shut your mouth. It’s boring talking to you and if you haven’t noticed this is a ‘troubled’ school which means having a fancy name means you’re a dork worth beating up, and having connections don’t mean nothing! Hello, you could know the mafia, but we still got better people then you. And before you start yelling again” I got out of my seat. “All I did was turn the stupid computer on” I started walking away, glaring at the bulk men as I walked past. “Oh and thanks for getting me out of class, not going back there now” I walked out leaving ‘Dr. Dr. Robert Smith M.S. M.D.’ dumfounded, but obviously scheming.