I couldn't leave like that . I had to know why
Mr. Oldcorn didn't give me a good mark on my rap. I was so like, "Cole Mathews is his name."
And he was so like, "No that's not good enough."
I remember it like it was last period even though it was first class. I went up to him after I finished my math test, "Hey, what's the deal with my mark O?"
"What do you mean?" said Mr. O.
"I mean, what's the deal with my rap mark?"
"What are you talking about? I gave you a 99.99%!!" said Mr. O.
"Then why did you say that's not good enough when I was rapping?"
" Oh that, I was ordering chicken on my cellphone and they only had one left."
“That’s a relief.”
“Well now that the case of my bad rap mark is over I’ll go chill at home.” I told Mr. O.
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