TKAM #1

Journal #1 Chapters 1-3 in the perspective of Burris Ewell

Aaaaaggh school sucks I woke up this morn’ n pops wasted and cant even‘member his own name I snatched his last bottle of whiskey and downed halfbefore I left. I told that old sack to get off his crusty ass and get thehell out. Screw that bastard I don’t need no beer belly red neck to tell menothing. I walked out for my third first day of first grade thems say thatwe gots a new teacher this year wat a hoot. I just hope that I don’t haveno busty blonde hillbilly telling me notin. I kicked a stone as I walkedalong the dirt road to school I dunno were I was goin but somehow it tookme right in front of my classroom door. I had a feelin at that time tu justgrab my trousers and shuffle on home. Pa don’ give a damn ’bout me he canteven see straight have the time. My oh my cant he throw one hell of asucker punch though? Don’ matter drunk r not he can still get u good with aright hook, he might see three of use but he figures if he trys to hit allthree at once he’ll get lucky once or twice. As I try’d to high tail mysorry hide out of there, class started I sat down and passed the timesittin and fiddli’n. The teacher was a reel bitch. This one girl stood uptalkin and that chick shut her up and started yellin, aint her fault nobodylikes her. Wats is name the Cunningham kid the farmers boy dum boy if usewere askin me, teacher tried to give him a quarter to get somthin in hisbelly besides cobwebs. He said nothing just stared at his bare feet like anidiot. If it were me I would’ve snatched that coin in a heart beat and tookoff runnin. Later that girl was beaten up the boy for bein such a dumb ass.I don’t blame her in fact I would have flattened out that kid in the classroom if he had dun that tu me. Later on the teach saw a cootie in my hairshes such a little pansy she cried bloody murder at the sight. Wat ever Idon’t need this crap I to’d that slut to rot in a sack for all I care and Ileft.