In the magic kingdom of, Springfield. For miles and miles there was nothing but highways and mini malls. But in a little suburb with giant mosquitoes and flying spiders there was a boy named Ali. He wasn’t very smart and no way in the world could he run fast.
His average and boring world collapsed at the end of the summer of 2006. When he realized that the all night parties and the 12 o’clock breakfasts had just came to a dead end, and he had not only to go back to school he had to go to middle school.
He wasn’t afraid because he knew at least 30 people from his sixth grade class. The only thing that he was afraid of was that he did not only miss the orientation but he did not know his classes.
The morning bell rang and he tried to find his first classroom of seventh grade history. But he was drowning in a sea of teenagers and bald construction people. When he left home he was so proud that he had grown a couple of inches over the summer break. But in that tsunami of grown babies, nerds, wanna be gangsters and even a few real gangsters he was ashamed. He had thought that the other seventh graders had grown not a couple of inches but in fact a couple of feet. But his mind changed when a mean boy said a small sentence which made Ali happy. That sentence was “hey you stupid sevie what chu doin in the eighth grade hallway.
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