David Finkelstein original sentences 11/1/05 10

Suicide…

“Ring! Ring!” The bell sounded, meaning Tim was late for science class, again.

As he entered the classroom, he tried to explain,

“I’m sorry I’m late, my locker jammed” Tim explained

“Do you have a pass?” Asked the science teacher

“No, but-“, Tim tried to argue

“Then please take a seat, you’re interrupting the class”, the science teacher told him. Tim tried to act blasé about the whole thing, but for the first few minutes of class he was trying to muster himself. A few minutes later, Tim had preoccupied himself with trying to balance his pencil on the table top. Because of this, he wasn’t listening when his teacher asked him a question.

“Tim!” the science teacher yelled.

“Huh? What?” Tim tried to figure out what was going on

“I asked you a question!” the science teacher yelled, becoming impatient.

“You did?” Tim asked, “I mean, could you please repeat the question?

“Pay attention!” the teacher answered, getting ready to repeat his question.

“Why should I? Attention doesn’t pay m-.” Tim started to reply, suddenly realizing that he was saying it aloud.

“That’s it! Leave my classroom!” shouted the teacher loudly, finally losing his temper. He quickly ousted Tim from the classroom. Outside, Tim was really mad at himself, he was so obsessed with telling jokes, that he had forgotten how angry teachers got when he tried to tell one. But he hadn’t meant to say it out loud, it had just slipped out. Without thinking, he started to draw on the floor. He looked down, and with a cry of surprise, he realized that he had drawn all over one of the tiles. Not only that, but he had signed his work! His name, Tim Weinershnizel Twinklebrain, he quickly went to work, trying to erase it. The teacher, alarmed by a sudden cry from outside the classroom, started to walk towards the door. Realizing that he wouldn’t have enough time to erase his drawing, Tim simply started to wipe it off. Suddenly, just above Tim’s head, the door handle started to turn. Tim quickly sat down on the residue hoping that Mr.Voib, his science teacher, wouldn’t see the smudges. The door opened, and Mr.Voib looked down.

“Is every thing alright?” asked Mr.Voib

“Yes! I’m fine, great, absolutely wonderfully splendid!” Tim replied a bit too enthusiastically.

“What’s that big mark that you’re sitting on?” Mr.Voibasked

“Nothing! It’s nothing” Tim assured him.

“Stand up.” Mr.Voib told Tim.

“I’d rather stay in my current posture” Tim replied

“Tim Weinershnizel Twinklebrain, I told you to stand up!” Mr. Mr.Voib hollered, loud enough so that everyone in the neighboring classrooms heard him. Tim stood up. Mr. Mr.Voib gasped.

“I can’t believe you! Go to the office immediately” Mr. Mr.Voib practically screamed.

“Okay! Okay, calm down, sheesh!” Tim answered, forgetting himself. Mr.Voib turned a bright purple. Tim sprinted to the office.

“No running in the hallways!” Mr.Voib hollered after him. Tim was disgraced, blinking back tears, he ran to the office. Why did he have to be so prone to make a joke out of everything? Then, with a sudden surge of anger, he thought

“Why do teachers have to be so mean? The most frivolous of remarks sets them off. He hadn’t meant to do it! It wasn’t his fault!” Then he thought back, “Well, he had been late, but he hadn’t meant to tell the joke, it had just slipped out.” Suddenly he thought to himself, “What was the question? Oh yeah! It had been something about a promontory.” Suddenly he remembered, Mr.Voib had asked him to define the word “promontory.” He sighed, “Why do I have to be so stupid?” Then he had a qualm, “What if he was suspended? Or even expelled!”, the very thought of it made him shake with fear, his only recourse was the thought that it was Friday, and so he wouldn’t be given a detention, but there was still the possibility that he would be suspended. Then the thought of what his mother would say made him become very nervous. Tim opened the office door, walked past the front desk, then walked into Mr. Gollygeewillickers’ office. The principal reminded Tim of what it was that he had done, as if he didn’t know. Then told him to call home. Tim was shaking from fear, he took the phone. Then he asked Mr. Sugarpiepoo what punishment he was to be given. Mr. Sugarpiepoo calmly answered,

“You are now expelled from school.” Tim slowly digested the information. Then he broke out in tears,

“It’s not fair! I can’t take this anymore! I can’t take it!” Suddenly, with a cry of defeat, Tim rushed to the nearest window. With the sound of breaking glass in his ears, Tim plunged to his death (the principal’s office was on the second floor). Then, just before hitting the ground,

“I walk a lonely road

The only one that I have ever known

Don't know where it goes

But its home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

When the city sleeps

And I'm the only one and I walk alo-“Tim slammed the alarm clock, turning it off.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh…” Tim moaned into his pillow. About eleven minutes and ten seconds of convincing himself to get up later. Tim got dressed and walked downstairs.

“Hi mom,” Tim said, as he passed his mom’s bedroom. Then he ate, brushed his teeth, and got ready for school.

“By mom!” Tim yelled into the house, as he ran to catch the bus.

“Wait, honey! You forgot…” Mrs. Twinklebrain let the thought trail off, as he bus gathered speed and soon left her sight. Tim quickly got off the bus, shoved his way threw the crowd of kids, and finally got to his locker. He quickly entered his combination, but the locker was jammed. He kicked it, and tried again, still no luck. Finally, he hit it as hard as he could with his head, figuring that his head was harder than his foot) and again entered his combination. It opened; Time grabbed hi books, sprinted up the stairs, across the hall, then up the second set of stairs. He was just rounding the corner, when the bell rang. He was late, again…

“Hey! This is just like my dream!” Tim thought, and then he looked down, and quickly realized that this wasn’t exactly like his dream. It was worse, because he wasn’t wearing any pants. ●