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The young boy had woken up feeling excessively confident that morning. He felt as if he could take on the world with only one hand, so he was gonna show it. The boy decidedly pulled on his turquoise jogger shorts and his orange stretchy t-shirt. He tied his shoes on the corner of his bed and proceeded to shake his Shake Weight on the corner of his bed for about five minutes before...

"RICHARD, BREAKFAST!"

Richard smoothly ran down the steep staircase with the rail on his right hand and the Shake Weight on his left. He quickly scarfed down his breakfast too excited to wait. Today was a big day; there was no time for staying calm. Everybody had to see him.

After finishing his plate of oatmeal, the same meal he ate daily, Richard yelled out, "Mom, hurry up!" His mother was nowhere to be found. "I need to leave immediately!" Still not finding her, he decided to take the keys to her car and just drive himself to school. The car was going at 60 MPH in the Expreso when Richard's eye finally caught the exit he had to take. He wanted to be in time for school, but, little did he know, all of his effort was futile. So much enthusiasm just so he'd get called out five minutes after the beginning of first period.

"'Not William' Sinz, come here," said Mr. Ortiz with a pungent brashness in his voice.

"What now?," thought poor little Richard.