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My Turn

It was toture for him to sit there. He could hear Mr.Stewart’s voice thundering through the door. He began to break out in a cold sweat. He tried to wipe his clammy hands on his jeans, but they only became sweaty once more. His mom was going to kill him.
“If you get sent to the principal one more time,Bradley, I’ll….,” his mom would threaten. She didn’t need to say any more.He knew what she meant.
The door opened and a kid came out with a detention slip. It was his turn.
“Mr.Stewart will see you now.”

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