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I was angry that I was failing math. I was sitting outside alone. My farther's voice was still stuck in my head. He was reading the letter from the principal, telling me how poorly I did on math. I was hoping for the best on my next report card because if I did okay on my report card, I might play basketball with the Scorpions. That had happen two nights ago and I was now thinking how am I going to pass math. Also report cards were due in a week. I could study more time on math. But how am I going to pass math if report cards were due in a week, its impossible. Besides I don't like math its my least favorite subject. I wasn't good at math. I wished I was good in math but I'm not because its my least favorite subject.I might be the only boy in Harlem that is not good in math. My farther wants me spending more time studying math. But the more time I spend studying on math I still don't understand the math problems. That is why I am not good in math. I wish I had a tutor to hep me on math. I stood up and I was about to go inside because it was starting to rain. But than I thought of the math books that were waiting in my room. If I went inside and not study my math books, my farther would tell me to go into my room and study my math books. Then I went walking down the street. I saw an old abandon building I saw that  the door was not all the way open but it was open. I pulled up my collar I looked both ways if I saw any cars. I ran to the door and went inside the building. I saw that there was light coming from the windows. I entered another room, it was a very large room. there was an old table against the wall.. In the corner it looked like there was a pile of rags or a torn mattress. There was a couch that was broken from one side that was in front of the window. I went to the couch, I sat on the side that wasn't broken. I thought I heard something but it was gone. Then I heard the noise again. I went to the window and I was thinking that the rats were making the noise. I was about to look outside, when I heard a voice behind me. The voice behind me threaten me with a razor.

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