• Perfection
    She was amazing, like nothing I had ever seen before. The amazing girl walked to the front of the room and handed in her perfect science test. It was the best test ever written. When I looked it over-
    “what? Oh… just a dream…” Albert Truesherry reminded himself after waking up from the same dream he had every night all his teaching years for he is Mr. Truesherry. The science teacher at Douglas Hope secondary school and he has taught there for about 40 years.Albert Truesherry was a tall man. He had sort of curly, short black hair with gray. He wore plain suit shirts with pale or white pants. He seemed to wear the same thing every day. Mr. Truesherry wore small, black rimmed glasses for his terrible eyesight. Albert has always dreamed about his star pupil, an amazing, perfect student who would do everything mr. Truesherry said, and more. He would do everything perfectly. He wanted a student he could call his own, a student do perfect, he would not let them touch the ground. Yes, he needed someone like that. Even if he had to perfect the student himself.
    When Mr. Truesherry arrived at the school, he went to the office to check his agenda for the day. Apparently, he was to get a new student!! Mr. Truesherry was simply delighted. What if this student was that perfect student? What if this was it?! The student’s name was Jeff Miyo. A star pupil name, maybe? Later that morning, Mr. Truesherry was sitting at his large front desk, waiting rather impatiently for his new student to march through those classroom doors, into the clean, new looking classroom (Mr. Truesherry would try his best to keep things tidy for his possible star pupil) and out of the crowded, dirty hallways. At the same time the warning bell rang, Jeff entered the room and Mr. Truesherry hurried to the door but slowed when he noticed the details of Jeff Miyo. He hadn’t exactly reached Mr. Truesherry’s rather high expectations. Jeff had greasy, brown, curly hair , green- brown eyes, a really sharp nose, tight lips, and a slouch. He had nice clothes though… ‘yeah… he’s terrible’ Mr. Truesherry thought, he hadn’t been raised to learn the phrase ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ but this situation may suffice. “umm… I guess im the new kid for room 292, science, Mr. Truesherry?” asked Jeff in a deep, hoarse voice. For a 7th grader, he sounded older. “umm yeah, it is” grumbled Mr. Truesherry. He was just depressed now. Mr. Truesherry showed Jeff to his desk when Ms. Kadin came in. Mr. Truesherry secretly liked her. It sounds a bit odd for a grown man such as himself to have a ‘crush’ on someone but that was the best way to describe it. A crush. Ms. Kadin (first name Kris) was the only one that knew Mr. Truesherry’s secret wish for a perfect student. “word down the hallway’s you got a new kid” she said in her light, smooth voice. Her long wispy red hair flew behind her as she turned around to find Jeff with her sparkling blue eyes. “is he the dream student you’ve been dying for?” she asked. “quite the contrary” Mr. Truesherry said, trying to lean against the projector cart to look relaxed only to fall over when the cart rolled to the side. Ms. Kadin giggled. Mr. Truesherry couldn’t help but remember the time this same thing happened with the girl he liked in jr. high and she laughed and he never saw her after that…
    come back for more of perfection on friday, 4.6.09