Ok, in order to understand this story you'll need a little background. On Saturdays for two hours I go to "Special olympics" with this handicapped kid named Derek that my mom has watched for five years - and I get 60 bucks for these 2 measley hours. Well, this kid is like in absolute LOVE with my mom. Hes elevn, but his brain functions on the level of like a 2 year old. Usually hes pretty good at special olympics, but sometimes, he can be kinda fresh...
....Take today, for example. We get to the highschool where the stuff goes down, my mom leaves, he's being pretty good. then she leaves, and it's time for him to stretch against the wall before we run back and forth in the gym. Well, he decides he's going to kick the wall instead. I told him firmly to stop kicking the wall. So he did - he changed his target to my shins. Then, I take him to time out out in the cafeteria, where He continues to try to kick me while I practically hold him down in the chair. Then he tells me he has to go to the bathroom, so I take him in there. He's hitting the toilet paper dispenser, splashing water all over the floor and me, smacking me in the face, throwing paper towels on the floor, so its back to time out. More smacks and kicks- thats it. I said "Fine, D ( Short for Derek), we're gonna go call K (WHat he calls my mom)." "Ya?" he said, looking worried. He obviously didnt like that idea, so he laid down in the middle of the cafeteria floor and wouldnt budge. I almost had to drag him over to the phone, picked it up and pretended to dial. "Hi, K." I began, talking to a dial tone. "D's being real bad. Okay, ill tell him." and I hugn the phone up. "K says stop being bad, D, or she'll be sad." "Ya?" he looked very conserned now. "Ya." I told him. After that - he was perfectly fine. Jay: 1 Derek: 0

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