By: Austin C.
One early morning Sherman was woken up early by his mom, she kicked him out of school on a blue bus. He arrived later at this weird place with no bullying posters everywhere, and kids with sad, depressed looks on their faces in concrete-walled rooms, and shuffling through the halls.
He was told to go to room 987 when he realized he was in jail. He decided to make an escape plan, so in one of the community projects, called by his cell mates fart class, he took a poster and made the map/plan look like a drawing. Then he would conduct the plan out in the lunch hour of jail.
The whole morning they made them do academic stuff. Then one kid tried to escape when they were writing poems. It was dead silent and the kid stood up, and sprinted down the hall, and two kids followed him out the door. Before lunch he saw all three kids walk sadly back into the room.
Finally, it was lunch, now he would run through the plan. He grabbed a bathroom pass, went to the bathroom, then he slowly walked to the exit doors. When he opened one he was spotted by an adult. He quickly realized and ran through the doors as fast as he could. Then he saw a police officer, so he turned right around back into the building
He dragged himself through the rest of the school day, then the final bell rang and all the kids ran out of the building with smiles on their faces. His mom came and picked him up to take him home.
“Hey mom, why did you make me go to jail for a day? I didn’t even do anything!” said Sherman to his mom.
His mom answered, “Was school really that bad?!”
The Middle Seat 