He struts into class, cutting up, and playing around. I put my head down, hoping he wouldn’t see me. When I look up he’s at his desk kidding with his buddies. Around the middle of class I start to wonder if he would bother me again.
“PSST!” I hear.
“PSSSSTTT!” I hear again. It’s Sam, Great.
“Hey Joshy!” whispers Sam.
“What do you want?” I reply softly.
“Your so--”
“Is there a problem boys?” interrupts Mrs. Fields.
“No ma’am no problem at all,” Sam replied cheerfully.
“Actually there is a problem Mrs. Fields, Sam has bothered me just about every day since this year started. Could you please move him away from me?” I ask fretfully.
“Well I certainly can if that's what you would like Josh.” she replies. Sam had a nasty look on his face.I focus on my work but can’t help thinking this was a mistake. Levi middle school is a nice place, well all except for Sam.
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He grabbed the two of us by our shirts and escorted us to the principal's office. Sam went in first to explain his story. After about thirty minutes he limped out holding an ice pack on his head and shot me a look.
“Mr. Holt you can come on in now,” Principal Rich calls to me.
“So Josh, Sam has already explained his side of the story, care to share yours?” she says with a regular tone. So I start. I explain to her how Sam has been bothering me all year. Then something surprises me…
“Funny, that’s the same thing he said about you,” she says.
“Mrs. Rich that’s not it at--”
“I know Josh. We have cameras in the school you know. I watched the whole thing. All you did was defend yourself,” she explains.
“That’s a relief,” I say.
After today, i’m not sure if he will bother me again. Mostly because he will be in detention for another three weeks. The first person I see when I get home is my dad. I hope he’s not mad.
“I heard what happened at school today,” he says.
“Oh you did,” i say shyly.
“Josh I just want to tell you...i’m very proud to have you as my son.” He says
Josh: (Nervously he takes a long pause) No... I haven’t been there since... Douglas: Look ‘ere alright—I’m... I’m sorry...
The story I am analyzing is ”Seventh grade” is a story made by Gary Soto. This short story is fiction because although Gary Soto relates to Victor, the main character, the events are unreliable. Gary Soto wrote this short story for the sole purpose of entertaining the audience made of middle schoolers. The theme of this short story is what really grabs the attention of readers because the readers are able to relate. With that being said, or in this case typed, the theme is that it is nerve wracking talking to your crush. The point of view of this story is third person limited which means that the narrator is not part of the story but instead is told through the eyes of one of the characters. Although if the story was third person omniscient
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“I’m sorry to hear that, my baby boy can be very disrespectful at times. Do you want me to talk to him?”
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