A Day in the Life of a New Kid #FreeJose
BY Max Ryan
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BY Max Ryan
A new kid came to East Middle School on Monday. His name was Jose, and he was a good kid. Participating in every class, just being a model student for the rest of the popular kids, who took a very quick liking to him. Jose kept them very entertained, breaking the monotony across that group of kids. He was very friendly with the teacher, not giving any attitude, and being a perfect representation of what the popular kids should be. But, during 4th period math, everything changed. And that’s when Jose had his first substitute: Mr. MaGoo.
It was silent, everyone doing their work. Jose was in the back of the class, making small signed interactions, as silent as a mouse, with the kids next to him, occasionally asking for some help. Mr. MaGoo, with the eyes of an eagle, spotted the small interactions and the friendliness of this student and was not putting up with it. Without a second thought, he mercilessly picked him up and dragged him out by the ear to Mr. Repugnant Bike’s room, where he was dealt with promptly by being thrown into the dungeon, never to be seen again. Everyone, in stunned silence, could do nothing but watch.
When Mr. MaGoo came back, everyone erupted in anger and started chanting; “free Jose!” along with swiftly making posters, writing it on tables, and on the door as well. “Free Jose” was plaguing that classroom like a disease. And that was sure to happen all over the school as well. When Mr. Beitz came back the next day, he found #FreeJose written on all of the school desks, trash strewn all over the classroom, and partially completed posters on the back table. Pieces were starting to click in his head, and he realized that a protest had happened in 4th block math. And let me tell you, he was elated when that class came in. He even congratulated them and gave them an award of participation. As time went on, however, attendance was called, and there was no Jose. He was still locked away in the dungeon, never to see the light of day again.
“Where’s Jose? Also, who is Jose?” he asked. Everyone looked around and hung their heads. It was silent in that class, until a student said that “he is in a better place.” They had a moment of silence for the lost student, and a memorial was held on Wednesday.