From the Viewpoint of Johnny Oliver

I don’t know who you have already spoken to, but I didn’t do nothing. It wasn’t me. His face was like that when I walked into the room. They are always blaming me for stuff that I ain’t do. Why do they do that. I’m perfectly innocent. They have no proof to pin nothing on me. If they do, show me. I AIN’T DO IT.

This is what happened. Me and Qwan walked into the room at the same time. All of the stuff was already on the desk. I can only guess that Mr. Gates did it before he took his name. When I looked at him, I saw what was written on his face. I laughed. That don’t make me guilty. Laughing ain’t against any rule I heard of. It was funny. So, I laughed.

Qwan held back his laughter. I can tell by his face that he was laughing on the inside. He even smiled. Ain’t nobody blamed him for it. Why they automatically blame me. I know that Betty Knight blamed me. She came in next. She looked dead at me and frowned. If she wasn’t so shy, she would’ve cussed me out. And I ain’t do nothing. She was writing something on that note pad. I know that she blamed me. She’s the one that said I did it. She placed the note on Mr. Gates’ desk.

When Mr. Gates woke up, he looked at that mirror he keeps on his desk. What kinda man need a mirror by him at all times. Do he think that he look that good. Anyway, he looked in that mirror and automatically called out my name. He told me to get out of his classroom and handed me a pass to the principal’s office. Asked him what I do and he just pointed to his face. I told him I didn’t do it. He just said get out. I threatened to sue him for slander and went back to my desk. All I did was take the water off the burner and he screamed at me. I said that I had to use the bathroom anyway.

I’m sure you already realize that I did not go to the principal’s office. You are the principal. You would have saw me there. Even if you wasn’t there, Vice Principal Haywood would have told you about it. Instead, I went to see my counselor. Mr. Edwards told me that without any proof, Mr. Gates couldn’t kick me out the class. He wrote me a note and sent me back to class.

I did go to the bathroom. I wasn’t lying. When I got back to class, in a very mean voice he said What Are YOU doing here. I didn’t say nothing to him. I just handed him the note and went back to my desk.

The classroom was hot. It felt like it had to be 120 degrees in there. I asked if I can open the window, but he ignored me. If it wasn’t for other students agreeing that it was hot, we woulda died in there. But he let me open it. The breeze felt great. I didn’t hear what the project was. I knew it had to be more than boiling water. I didn’t even put my water back on the burner. That evil man didn’t even look at me.

Now, I’m not saying that it was me. Somebody put ex-lax in his trail mix. He ate a lot of it. When class ended, a few students stayed behind a little bit. But Mr. Gates took off running. I was truly ROTFLOL. Yes, I was really rolling on the floor. Anyway, I got up. We all left the class. The next thing I knew, Ka-Boom. I didn’t know what happened. I’m sure they blamed that on me too.