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That One Class (Chapter 2- Andrew) When I walked into the room on the second day, there was only one other person in the room besides the teacher. Andrew sat at his desk at the back of the room, playing on his DS.
“Hi,” I said as I sat next to him. He didn't reply. I scowled.
“Don't mind him,” Mr. M said from the front of the room. “He's like that.”
The door opened. Manny tried to step through but ran smack into the doorframe. She blinked, moved to the side, and walked into the room. “I ran into the door,” she said as she sat down.
“Manny,” said Mr. M, “I think today's the day we introduce you to coffee.”
Shelli was the next to bounce through the door. She sat down next to me. “Hi, Ada!” she said. “Hi, Andrew!”
“Hi,” I told her. “How are you so... hyper? It's seven-thirty in the morning.”
She shrugged. “I don't know, I just am! It's a beautiful m
That One Class (Chapter 1- Shelli) On my first day at the new school, the teacher had me stand up at the front of the room at the beginning of class. He was barely a head taller than me, with curly, gray-streaked brown hair that he might have cut himself with the kitchen scissors. He looked like he hadn't shaved in a week and a pair of gigantic, wire-framed glasses reflected the sun, keeping me from seeing his eyes. I don't think he bothered to iron his shirt before he came to school that day, because it was covered with wrinkles.
“Okay, guys,” he said, “Welcome to day forty-eight in room 242. A new student transferred to our school, and she's in our class now! Everyone say hi.”
The class was silent. I swear there was a black-haired kid in the back playing something on his phone under the desk. One of the only students paying any attention at all was a girl with chin-length blond hair, who smiled widely and bubbled, “Hi, you're going to love it here, Mr. Immemor's class is aweso
The King Always he sat in his chair
and stared at the papers and the checkered squares.
Always the crowned piece sat alone,
protected by layers upon layers of steel and wood and stone.
Always to lead from the back.
Always too fragile to step onto the field. He had watched his knights and pawns fall,
by the enemy
on the other side of the board.
Always there was war.
Always there had been, always there would be. They saw it like a game-
an elaborate contest of the best weapons and tactics.
The ministers and the generals seemed to enjoy it.
But the king saw it for what it was. This game of theirs cost lives to play. A pawn on the other side of the board did not become a queen.
He became a hostage
and then, soon after, no longer a threat.
Whoever survived the war
would not make it through the next.
But he could do nothing. He was a puppet with the strings cut.
He had not the power to move anything, nor, indeed, himself.
His minsters all dead,
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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