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''beep! beep! beep!''
''Oh no,'' Dustin thought. ''Not again.'' Has it really been five minutes?
He rolled over
He hit the Snooze button again and went back to sleep. Five minutes later he did it again. And again. And again.
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"Dustin!" the voice oozed underneath his door. "You better get out of bed now! If you don't, you'll be late!"
''Hell no,'' Dustin thought to himself. ''Hell no, I'm not going to school today. Screw school.''
"You're wasting your time in that bedroom of yours!" his mother shouted.
''You're wasting time yelling at me in that kitchen of yours,'' he thought.
"Dustin, if you can't even get out of bed in the morning, what hope do you have of ever being the big brother of young Beau here?"
''Brandi, if you can't even get a job, what hope do you have of ever being the mother of young Beau here?''
"If you don't come out of there, I'll have to call Mrs. Henderson to babysit the both of you!"
''If you don't go away, I'll have to call Gordon to hassle you.''
"Now don't you dare talk back to me!" his mother screamed, as if in reply to the unspoken words in Dustin's head. "The bus comes in thirty minutes, and if you're not on it when it leaves, you better have a brilliant excuse ready."
''Sure, I have an excuse ready. I was too tired and I was trying to get more energy so I don't pass out at school.''
Pounding at the door. "Dustin! Get out of bed now, or you're grounded for the weekend!"
''I've snuck out while I was grounded before. Your threats don't scare me.''
"'''''DUSTIN! GET OUT NOW!'''''"
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His mother detected an unwarranted smile and yelled, "Hurry up and get to school already!"
Dustin dumped the remains of his soggy cereal into the sink (''I'll just pick up a muffin in the coffee shop across the street,'' he thought), rushed into the bathroom, and fumbled for his toothbrush. ''Well, at least I ''try'' to practice personal hygiene,'' he thought.
The school bus pulled up in front of the house and blared its horn.
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:''"Class, I hope to see '''every''' one of you at the exam, no skipping! And I '''need''' all of you to pass... at '''least''' pass."''
Dustin's vision was blurred. Watery. Unclear. Everything was white, like the static on TV. ''This must be the point where Slenderman pops out,'' he thought.
:''"Now, we'll review what we have learned throughout this course again, and when I point at you, I want you to say the answer, to the best of your abilities."''
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Dustin squeezed his eyes tight. He tried to picture something. He attempted to picture Angela. No use... instead his mother's face flashed in front of his eyes, yelling "You better not fail this course, or else Mrs. Henderson will be over to babysit the both of you!"
''No,'' he protested. ''No, just no.''
:''"What is the... no it was not... stop disrupting the class... that answer is '''not''' correct..."''
Dustin tried to escape the lesson. ''Maybe if I can dream hard enough,'' he thought, ''this class will be over in a breeze...''
:''"Dustin..."''
''No, this better not be happening... '''hell''' no, piss off...''
:''"Dustin! Wakey wakey, Dustin!"''
''Just... leave... me... the... %$#@... alone...''
:''"Dustin!"''
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"Enough enough!" Mr. Downsview was not impressed. "Dustin, I'm being serious here. If you don't pass this exam, I wonder how you'll pass high school, because you ''need'' at least ''one'' history credit in order to graduate. If you can't beat high school, I hope your parents have enrolled you into a prestigious military school."
The laughter died down, though there were occasional bursts of giggling and chuckling. Dustin's brain barely functioned. It was either too early, or he was way too tired. Maybe it was a mixture of both. Actually, it ''was'' a mixture of both. ''Waking up before 8AM should be illegal,'' he thought.
"Dustin, this is your last chance. Now, who is Admiral Landgraab and what did he do?"
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"You done good, Dustin," a boy said, jabbing him on the shoulder. "You got Mr. Downsview twisted up into a pretzel of his own emotions."
''Mom's gonna flip when she hears about this,'' Dustin thought as he gathered his belongings and left the room.
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