Junior class

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The teacher thought I was a troublemaker.
At home I never read hate and humiliated, but in school, but someone gave me this lesson. At that time, I like the last girl named Helen Tucker, she has a fair complexion, braids, elegant manners. She was always neatly dressed, in the classroom of quick response. Now, when I go to school is most probably to see her. I comb my hair, and even got yourself a crummy little handkerchief. The handkerchief is a woman too, I just don't want Helen to see me wiped his nose. Water freezes again, home without water, but every night I want to wash the socks and shirts. I always take the kettle to the grocery store, Mr., kettle into his cold cabinets, scoop out some crushed ice. At night, the ice melts into water, can wash. That winter, I often fall ill, because at night the fire died out, but the laundry is not dried, the very next day morning, whether it is dry is wet I have to put on. I only then some clothes.
Everyone has their own idea of Helen Tucker, this means that all your dreams. I like her, because she is kind, pure, lovely. Whenever she along the street. My house, my brothers and sisters will shout: "Helen is coming. " And I put the tennis shoes put on pants back rub, and hope that my hair not so untidy, I wear white shirt is fit to me. After that I ran to the street. If I am out of inferiority was afraid to get close to her, she will be my wink, ask me. It is a wonderful feeling. Sometimes I take her home, to her hallway snow shovel, and strongly with her mother and aunt. Some late night from the hotel, I finished the shoeshine alive, would she sit on porch. Her father, but he has a good job, when the paperhanger.
That day is a Thursday. I sit at the back of a chalk drawing circle around the seat, the seat is " idiot ", dedicated to the demon sitting.
The teacher thought I was stupid, can't spell, can't read, also won't do arithmetic, it's stupid won't listen to reason. Never ignore your absent-minded teacher reasons, regardless of whether you because of hunger, because of not eating breakfast. And you always think of is: lunch time how not to? Maybe you can quietly into the room, the other children in his coat pocket Chinese ate a mouth, eat a tomato sauce. You just can't really put tomato sauce to eat, or is coated on the bread to make sandwiches. But sometimes I will put in the back of the classroom from the jam jar scoop scoops out. When you're hungry, tomato sauce taste not too bad.
The teacher thought I was a troublemaker. She is from the front of the classroom to see all, is a black boy sitting in his " idiot " special move, make noise, and from time to time poking at classmates around him. I think she will not understand, the quiet boy is to make people aware of his presence.
That day is a Thursday, which is black the relief on the day before the. The teacher to every one of the students go home to ask father intended for community fund donated much money on the next Monday, bring the money. I decided to donate money out, let others think that I also have my father. There is some money in my pocket, I was shining shoes and selling newspapers earn. Whatever Helen for her father promised to donate much money, I will be more than her, and immediately pay, I do not want to wait until next Monday to let people think I have a father.
I trembled, scared to death. The teacher opened the roster, beginning alphabetical roll call.
" Helen Tucker? "
" My dad said to donate 2 dollars and 50 cents. "
" Very good, Helen. Really good. "
I feel quite happy, exceed this number is not in trouble, I has 3 dollars in his pocket, is 10 cents, and 25 cents to none. I reached into my pocket, took the money, waiting for the teacher to my name. But she had the class all the names of other people, put the roster closed.