Mark took his desk and held it up and hurled it across the room. It went towards Maron's direction, and hit his arm.
"It is alright Mark, calm down Mr. Edger, " said with a shocking look on his face and holds him back.
"NO I AM NOT CALMING DOWN, I'M SICK AND TIRED OF THESE NIGGERS IN THIS SCHOOL," Mark said in a loud voice.
"WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?" D'Angelo said.
Mark stands next to Mr. Edger's desk, and tosses all the books and papers lying on his desk. Mr. Edger had to hold D'Angelo back so he would not stir up an outrageous fight between the two.
They were all terrified and worried about Mark of what he might do next.
"SOMEONE PLEASE CALL A SECURITY GUARD," Mr. Edger said.
Timothy quickly darted out of the classroom and shouted, "IT'S A FIGHT!" The two guards moved swiftly down the hallway.
The two security guards grabbed Mark by the arms and contained him.
"THAT'S IT, BOY, ITS OVER," one of the guards said.
" I HATE THIS FUCKIN SCHOOL, " I HOPE THIS SCHOOL BURN IN HELL," Mark said drastically.
Book written by Ciara Webb
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