“Where is your essay Sid?” my English teacher growled at me. “I think you mean ‘When is my essay’ Ms. Greer,” I snickered. After I stated this, she had this confused and dubious look on her face. “Because over the weekend I discovered how to time travel, and I sent my essay back to the Mesozoic period,” I said. “Seriously, please tell me where is your essay or why you didn’t do it,” she asked politely. “My cat ate it.” I rapidly responded. “Your cat?” she questioned, “I was going to say my dog, but my cat seems more original and unique!” I said jokingly. “No! young man where is your essay?” my English teacher bellowed. “Ms. Greer as you know already my father had explosive diarrhea this weekend, and me giving him my essay was the only way to save him,” I said while bawling from my eyes. “I guess I’ll be talking to your father and Mr. Mackey this week,” she said. …show more content…
Greer and I go back and forth arguing at each other. Then I slowly pointed to the temple of my head and smiled. “What does that mean?” she asked. “Ms. Greer what’s the point of writing down something you already know, because I have everything memorized,” I said with a smirk. “Stop making childish excuses and tell me why you didn’t do your essay,” she said with a grim face. “Ms. Greer the essay was pertaining to excuses and well I’m a diligent and hard-working person, so I really can’t write about that,” I said. “Don’t be a smart-aleck and just tell me the real reason Sid,” Ms. Greer said with disdain. “Oh but, I already did my essay remember? You gave a 100 on it last week!” I said with a sturdy face. “Okay...okay... well then where is it?” she said with a grin. “I hate to break it to you Ms. Greer, but the New York Times really liked my work and took it,” I cried. “Good for them! You’re getting a 0 and I hope the New York Times will you give a substantial grade on it,” Ms. Greer