Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever was we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you w...
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"I can't believe you, you're so weird. You don't say anything all day and then when you open your mouth, you unload all these tremendous lies all over me!" Claire snapped at Ally.
"You're just pissed off because she got you to admit something you didn't want to admit to," Andy told her.
"Okay, fine, but that doesn't make it any less bizarre."
"What's bizarre? I mean we're all pretty bizarre! Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all."
I nod. "Andy's right. We all have some kind of bizarre in us."
"How are you guys bizarre?"
"He can't think for himself," Ally spoke up for Andy.
"She's right," Andy said. "Do you guys know what, uh, what I did to get in here? I taped Larry Lester's buns together."
My eyes widen as Claire laughs.
"What?" I ask.
"That was you?" Brian questioned.
"Yeah, you know him?"
"Yeah, I know him."
"Well, then you know how hairy he is, right? Well, when they pulled the tape off, most of his hair came off and some, some skin too."
"Oh my God," Claire said.
"And the bizarre thing is, is that I did it for my old man. I tortured this poor kid because I wanted him to think that I was cool. He's always going off about, you know, when he was in school, all the wild things he used to do. And I got the feeling that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on anyone, right...So, I'm...I'm sitting in the locker room, and I'm taping up my knee. And Larry's undressing a couple lockers down from me. Yeah, he's kinda-he's kinda skinny, weak. And I started thinking about my father, and his attitude about weakness. And the next thing I knew, I uh, I jumped on top of him and started wailing on him...And my friends, they just laughed and cheered me on. And afterwards, when I was sittin' in Vernon's office, all I could think about was Larry's father. And Larry havin' to go home and-and explain what happened to him. And the humiliation. Fucking humiliation he mustuv felt. It mustuv been unreal. I mean." Andy started to cry. "I mean, how do you apologize for something like that? There's no way. It's all because of me and my old man. Oh God, I fucking hate him! He's like this-he's like this mindless machine that I can't even relate to anymore. 'Andrew, you've got to be number one! I won't tolerate any losers in this family...Your intensity is for shit! Win. Win! WIN!!!' You son of a bitch! You know, sometimes, I wish my knee would give...and I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore. And he could forget all about me."
"I think your old man and my old man should get together and go bowling," John spoke up. Getting Andy to laugh briefly.
"Oh, yeah. Definitely with my dad. They'd all get along perfectly," I say.
