Go home and find your mom.
From Create Your Own Story
You walk back home, remembering al the times you messed up and got expelled. Most of them were on school trips. You always felt that there was bad luck hovering around you. Making you unwanted, making you an outcast. Some evil aura or something. It wasn't your fault. Tiny things just built up. Other times, large things. Usually on field trips, actually. Once your class was at the Saragota battlefield. The Cannon, well, were those cannonballs even suppposed to work? Also, you'd think school buses would be more durable than that. But of course it happened. Expulsion. All of you went to the Marine World shark pool. Why didn't they label those levers. Red was supposed to be bad, of courdse, but it was bad to be walking over a tank and scaring the sharks. Everyone had to work on their freestyle. Expulsion. Going to view a floral art exhibition. Well, the hive shouldn't have had real bees. The fire alarm shouldn't have been laser trigger either. And shouldn't there have been a laser at least larger than a bee? Expulsion. Those were just three of them. Even back when you went to the zoo. They shoudn't have had a herd of buffalo, and how did the gate unlatch so easily? Expulsion.
All just incredible bad luck. Your mom had always tried to help. You were always cheered up by her. You'd had a long-running joke about blue. She'd given you lucky charms. Blue Four-leaf clover. Blue Horseshoe. None of them worked.
You stand outside the door. Wondering how to enter. Gabe would be in there. Smelly Gabe.
He'd been the worst choice your mom had ever taken. All he did was play poker and lose. Mom had to work so much to put food, poker money and his bean dip on the table.
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