“...The smartest boy in the seventh grade is failing my class!”

 

　　She just stared at Steve, as the class spun around for a good look. Steve dropped his eyes and carefully examined his fingertips.

 

　　After that, it was war!! Steve still wouldn’t do his homework. Even as the punishments became more severe, he remained stubborn.

 

　　“Just try it! ONE WEEK!” He was unmoved.

 

　　“You’re smart enough! You’ll see a change!” Nothing fazed him.

 

　　“Give yourself a chance! Don’t give up on your life!” Nothing.

 

　　“Steve! Please! I care about you!”

 

　　Wow! Suddenly, Steve got it!! Someone cared about him? Someone, totally unattainable and perfect, CARED ABOUT HIM??!!

 

　　Steve went home from school, thoughtful, that afternoon. Walking into the house, he took one look around. Both parents were passed out, in various stages of undress, and the stench was overpowering! He, quickly, gathered up his camping gear, a jar of peanut butter, a loaf of bread, a bottle of water, and this time...his schoolbooks. Grim faced and determined, he headed for the woods.

 

　　The following Monday he arrived at school on time, and he waited for Miss White to enter the classroom. She walked in, all sparkle and smiles! God, she was beautiful! He yearned for her smile to turn on him. It did not.