I sighed, "Another year, another time being expelled. Well at least this time should be better. Woohoo! Highschool!" I added half-heartedly. Everytime I went to school, something bad happened. And the school counselers would always blame it on me. My mom was driving me to school. I always hated school. My English and Spanish were always below a C+ and the only thing I was good at was Math and Archery. At least archery was fun: the only sunshine in my world of darkness. Math wasnt so much: my head filled with negatives and positives and multiplying them. Ugh. Well, anyway, My English class put me to sleep (as usual) and I was sent to the principal's office. "Ms. Nightinggale," he said, "Our records say that you have been expelled in every single school youve went to. If you keep falling asleep in class, We'll do more than expell you: two hours of in school detention every day for the rest of the school year. Now, no more falling asleep in class, okay?" I replied, "okay." So naturally the rest of the school year I fell asleep in just about ever single class, then suffering in-school detention. A halfway through the year, I met a lowly friend. He always wore pants and a baseball cap. My best, and only, friend. He was a Vegetarian and hated seeing the wild places being destroyed for more homes. A third of the way into the year, my Archery teacher had discovered that he had cancer. Another teacher filled in his place: an old man in a wheelchair who called himself Mr. Brunner. But dont let that fool you. even while sitting down, he can hit a bullseye from a hundred feet away. One day, after school, Mr. Brunner wanted to give me some archery tips. we met in the school gym. "Now Crystal, You have to stand up straight and bring your shoulder blades together." I did as he said and got to bullseyes in a row. "Awesome!" I said, "Thanks Mr. Brunner!" "No problem," He replied. All of the sudden, there was a rumbling in outside. "What was that?" I said, shaking. "Oh no," he replied, "They've found you." "What do you mean 'founfd me'? Who?" Thats when the gym wall smashed open. When the dust cleared, i saw this creepy ten foot Bull-man, the head of a bull, fuzzy chest, and the legs of a man. "I-i-i-is h-h-h-he a-a-a n-new m-m-mascot?" I said. "Run!" Mr. Brunner whispered. "Why?" "Just do it!" "I'm not leaving you alone!" Once he saw that he could shake me, he said, "That thing is dangerous. But if your not leaving, at least take these." he held out some bronze arrows. When I say bronze, I dont mean the color, mean the actual metal. By now the Bull-man caught our scent. He let loose a roar so loud, the rest of the gym shouldve come crashing down on us. That thing is dangerous he had said. I took snatched up the arrows, took one, and put the rest in my sheath. "Shoot!" Mr. Brunner said. The monster charged. I fought the urge to run, Took aim, and right befor he plowed into me, shot. Poof! It blew up ito dust. When I looked at Mr. Brunner, I realixed how much I was shaking. Then he said, "Its time."