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            School days were mundane.  Droning of teachers rang out through the room. I saw myself as an individual that could stand lectures. Apparently I was wrong, I fell asleep in my history class.  So stupid. Classes went on as always. When lunch came around I met with Randy. He seemed to be in high spirits as he walked over to me.
"That's sick man!" What was he talking about? My dark eyes narrowed in confusion as I stared at him. He just smiled at me.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked and his smile never faltered as he opened his mouth again.
"Far out man! I never would believed that! Is something really that cool?" Did he even comprehend the words that spilled out of his mouth?  He grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the a empty table.
"What. Are you talking about?" I ground out. Was he deaf? He shook his head and grinned at me.
"I wanted to see how they sounded; coming out of my mouth."  He linked arms with me and danced around the table. I rolled my eyes and went along with his little charade.
"They sounded retarded." I told him as soon as we sat down at the round table. He gave me a mock shocked expression.
"Henry! How rude of such an aristocrat as yourself."  I scoffed at him. He could be such an idiot.
"Randy! How hurt I am!"
"Okay! Let's go get us some food!" His excitement for food always amazed me.
He stood on a plastic chair with one leg on the ground and one hand in the air. Randy got down then walked calmly to the line. A small smile lit my face as I followed him to get myself some food.

Description
            School days were mundane.  Droning of teachers rang out through the room. I saw myself as an individual that could stand lectures. Apparently I was wrong, I fell asleep in my history class.  So stupid. Classes went on as always. When lunch came around I met with Randy. He seemed to be in high spirits as he walked over to me.
"That's sick man!" What was he talking about? My dark eyes narrowed in confusion as I stared at him. He just smiled at me.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked and his smile never faltered as he opened his mouth again.
"Far out man! I never would believed that! Is something really that cool?" Did he even comprehend the words that spilled out of his mouth?  He grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the a empty table.
"What. Are you talking about?" I ground out. Was he deaf? He shook his head and grinned at me.
"I wanted to see how they sounded; coming out of my mouth."  He linked arms with me and danced around the table. I rolled my eyes and went along with his little charade.
"They sounded retarded." I told him as soon as we sat down at the round table. He gave me a mock shocked expression.
"Henry! How rude of such an aristocrat as yourself."  I scoffed at him. He could be such an idiot.
"Randy! How hurt I am!"
"Okay! Let's go get us some food!" His excitement for food always amazed me.
He stood on a plastic chair with one leg on the ground and one hand in the air. Randy got down then walked calmly to the line. A small smile lit my face as I followed him to get myself some food.