My mission was plain, and simple: Destroy Freeman. Yet, somehow, I failed. I wouldn't have minded half-as-much if Thorton hadn't shot off his big, fat, acrimonious mouth. "How does it feel to be shut down?" he asked.
All day long, McHugh told me "Are you still here? You should go home before last period!" That decided it all. "Crush the bug." my heart pounded as I took the floor. "He is nothing but a parasite."
Somehow, I failed. "This was a tough decision. Maybe you should both advance to the next round. Perhaps I should wait for the verdict." M. Ryan said. "Come on! That's not fair! Make your decision!" cried the masses. "Fine. Freeman, you won. Popsicle Toes, you get a 94%. It was a good argument."
A good argument? I poured everything into making Freeman look like the egregious little boy that he is, while bringing a great defence.
Is that why I lost?
Saturday, May 5
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