1st draft of story

Short story for English class

Faceeybuk Netvook gently caressed her sons head. Whispering as she tried to wake him for school. “Sochio, Sochio. It's time to get up. You got school today.” Sochio could feel his mothers words race along the hairs of his ears and into his brain. Where it warmed him out of sleep and called out .That he should to get up. He moved his arms slowly down the cotton stitches of his pillow. Pushing him self slowly off the pillow and onto the cold air that bathed his room. “Sochio if u dont get up.” called his mother as she cracked the door open. Revealing an bucket of ice cold water waiting to be poured on him. Should he resist of course her calls to wake up. “I'm up” He called back. To a startled Mss. Netvook who watched as her son changed. Turning over his mound of clothes which scattered his dirty room. While he reached for his old set of Levis and pair of converse shoes. He clocked out his room at 7:15 and into the hallways of Silicon High School.

There were many classes in Silicon High school. Yet despite having an array of classes. There was only one class that everyone seemed to want to take. Therefore it was of no surprise to Sochio when he walked into the Anthropology classroom and found that it was filled with students. The teacher Mr. Zuckerburg sat in the front writing on a board on how cultures should be willing to be more open about themselves. Sochio sat a chair behind a smaller blond male who had a shirt which said WTF. He barely glanced over when Sochio walked past him into the chair. He just glanced at him and than after writing something fast on the paper. Turned over to Sochio and said. “Hey my name is Peter. Can I friend request you.” “Sure.” said a less than eager Sochio. Who turned back to his notebook and opened it to the next chapter on Anthropology. “Hey Sochio” called the brunette sitting across from Sochio. “Can I friend request you.” I guess responded a tired Sochio. He turned back to his book and looked at the page. The class had already started and he wanted to catch up. He glanced over at the starting paragraph. When “hey Sochio”broke his attention. Ok, he thought to himself as he turned to find the voice. “Its me called Erma remember.” “I don't know you or where this voice is coming from” responded Sochio in his most lightest voice. Sochio returned back to glancing at his book when the words. “Sochio can I friend you came out again.” It was from a voice in the back of the room, and it kept repeating itself. He ignored it. Except it wouldn't go away. Sochio ignored the voice the best he could. But the noise from the voice was annoying. “Mr Zuckerberg” “Yes Sochio.” “Can you please tell who ever is calling out my name to shut up. I cant concentrate to what your saying.” “Why sochio.I could never do that. It would be to mean. It would mock the principles of this class.” “But Sir the noise. I want to concentrate, please.” “No, is the answer I mean did even friend request these folks, yesss than I cant do anything.” “But sir” “If I hear one more word.” Sochio was in shock. Here I am he thought to himself. A freshmen in this place and all people keep doing is friend this and friend that. There killing me. I'm done. I'm putting this book away and sleeping in this class. Sochio had taken the text book from off his desk and had no sooner placed his head on the desk. When hey sochio, hey sochio, hey sochio, hey sochio. It drove him up the walls. Which was further heightened by Peter new desire to all of a sudden start poking him. “Leave me alone” whimpered Sochio to Peter. “But Peter you added me as a friend.” “Yeah I said your my friend but it didn't mean you poking me.” Well someone is not being open are we.” blurted out Mr. Zuckerberg as he passed out worksheets down the rows. Than that's it. “I'm going to Principle Moors.” “suite yourself.”

Sochio stormed out of the classroom. Stomping his way along the corridor’s that pressed the small school to were principle Moore office stood. Sochio had never really been to principles Moors office. Other than maybe on the first day of school. When his mom and him had stopped by Principles Moors office to introduce him to the principle. The office shouldn't have changed much thought Sochio. Yet as he got closer to it. He found that the office had gone a complete role around. It was a mess. The door was splintering apart. Which was further enhanced by the darkness which seemed to fill the inside of the room. “Mr.Moor.” Sochio called out. “Are you there?” “Yeah I'm here Sochio what do you need.” “I cant see you though its so dark in there.” “I know it is. I made it like that. What the issue?” “A personal one.” “Than speak boy, speak.” It was weird thought Sochio speaking to a dark voice in the room. But if he gone this far he might as well speak he thought to himself. He explained to Mr. Moor about how certain kids had friend requested him and were poking him. “They wont leave me alone.” concluded Sochio. “Well Sochio.” responded Principle Moor. “I would recommend that you go on medication. You obviously aren't showing sociable behavior.” “But sir.” “No I'm calling your mother. I think it would be best that your reconisder how you treat people in this school. For now I'm putting a restriction on who you can talk to.” “You can't do that. This isn't your life.” “I mean do you even do anything here. No one even knows what you do here. But better yet I quit coming here.” Sochio walks out of the room and out past the school doors into the cold. He walks and walks and walks. He calls his mom and tells her what happened. When she says to him. “I'm sorry son about your day in school. Hey son would like to friend request me.” “No, I'm going home.” “But son bye,mom I'm going on facebook.”