So here we are in the middle of our math class, when suddenly, the school go-to guy suddenly comes into the door with some new kid.
Holy heads in a handbasket, this kid has some problems.
Lets call him Joey.
So we're all working on some packet, and the teacher gives the Joey one, but Joey just puts it down and gets back to his little black book. So after a while, the teacher notices and walks back over to Joey, and re-hands him his packet. She walks away, and we all go back to our regularly scheduled programs. But after a few minutes, the teacher sees Joey with his book again. Okay, no more Mrs. Nice teacher. She goes over, and re-re-hands Joey his paper, and Joey's already back to his book. The teacher then trys to take the book away, and Joey's not letting go anytime soon. So the teacher finally gets agressive, and RIPS the book out of his hand. Oh boy, the fireworks go off.
DON'T TOUCH MY loving PAPER BITCH.
It turns out he was from the ghetto. The inner ghetto. We also learned that he's a drug addict, which was painfully obvious the moment he entered the classroom. He's always covered with black, and the only part of him you can see is his hands and face. He's also very slow and unproductive. Just in case it would've driven you insane, the book he was writing in had graffiti in it.
