This book is dedicated to someone I used to know.

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The weekends go by way too fast. I dread Sunday night. I start looking at the clock after dinner as every hour it gets closer to being Monday morning .

I do my best acting job every Monday to try getting out of having to go to school. But my Mom never buys it. "You're not sick. Now get out bed and get ready for school." Drat!

COUGH! COUGH!

There was nothing better than a day or two away from school. I'd watch my sister leave while I relaxed on the couch. After "The Price is Right", I would drink tea, eat Arrowroot cookies, and watch soap operas with my Mom all afternoon.

But not today. Nope. It was off to school for this guy. I was not happy about it. Maybe I would get a "headache" at lunch and call home for a ride. I just didn't want to go to school. I took my time getting on the bus as the driver started to honk the horn.

I used to like school. I got good marks, played sports, and won spelling contests. But that was at my old school. Oh how I miss that place. I was a much happier boy back then.

David Tynan O'Mahony Junior High

I was at a different school now and didn't have many friends. I was made fun of on the bus and in the locker room. Sometimes it made me angry. I was just quiet and not hurting anyone. Why couldn't they just leave me alone?

I couldn't wait until the final bell rang on Friday afternoon. I rushed home as quickly as possible. I had homework and tests to study for but that wasn't going to happen. I was going to lock myself in my room and just hide. I was safe there.

"I'M NOT HOME!"

Every weekend it was the same thing. I'd only leave my room for dinner, snacks, or to use the bathroom. Whenever the phone rang I would yell out to my Mom to tell whoever was calling that I wasn't home.

MATH TEST: UNIT ONE

FINAL GRADE

SEE ME AFTER CLASS!!!

I was failing tests and my grades were terrible. And honestly, I didn't care. I was lost.

My marks and attitude were terrible and I blamed everyone including my family. I didn't want to listen to another lecture from my parents. They didn't understand what was happening to me. Heck, neither did I. The only thing I could do was to RUN!

I was going to run away from my problems, school, the other kids, my family, my life, my feelings, my sadness, everything, and anyone. I'd run until I couldn't breathe anymore. I'd run until I was a million miles from home. Just run.

I ran so hard and so fast. I was all alone and it was great. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my ears and my feet hitting the ground. I ran and I ran until I couldn't run anymore. I ended up collapsing on the grass gasping for air.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed that I wasn't alone. There was a strange looking creature staring back at me. It looked like a crab, a hermit crab. "Hello there. My name is Herman" the crab said. I couldn't say a word. I'm not sure if I was more shocked at how weird he looked or by the fact that he spoke. Maybe both.

"Some family bought me at a pet store. They didn't know anything about me. The kids were always trying to pick me up and play with me. I'm very shy so I found a shell and spent all my time in there. My family grew frustrated and bored with me so they just dumped me off at a beach. I was a "throwaway pet".

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"RUN"

Dan Mazur

Archie is sad. He's having problems at school and feels all alone. So one day he decides to just run away. He runs out of gas and awakens to a strange yet helpful being who changes his outlook on life.

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