Bloomington High School South, The Gothic, 1977, Page 164

Description:	Martin ZillmannBradley the bratLynne MielkeSo you wish to teach at our little play school.Youll fit in right away if you go with our rules.The children are good with just one exception;The little boy Bradley, who has worn out his welcome.Bradley the brat.Bradley the brat.You must be strict with Bradley the brat.And when can I meet this boy Bradley?Bradley the brat?Bradley the brat?Hes locked in that room for behaving badly.You have to be firm in dealing with Bradley.But I hear him crying alone in the dark!He always does that.Bradley the brat.Hes violent and mean, and all the kids hate him.You have to be strict and firm to restrain him.And if I am not?Then youll be discharged.We cant have Bradley running at large.Bradley the brat.Bradley the brat.Bradley was branded.He hadnt a chance.The dreaded dayBeth CollerThe alarm clock squeals, but it is only 5:30. Why amI getting up so early? I ask myself. Ah, yes. Now Iremember. This is the day—the day for which Ive beenpreparing for months. Yet now that its here, I wish Icould sleep through it.Im ready, but I try to convince my parents that Imnot. Please dont make me, I beg.Youll do fine, is the only reply I ever get.Hurry up; we have to leave, Im told. My ridiculouslooking outfit is ready. I get my gear together and loadthe car.Soon we are on our way. Everyone is talking excitedly while Im feeling ill. I try to tell myself that it will beover soon, but somehow it doesnt help.When we finally arrive, the sun is so hot that at timesI feel faint. I feel as if Ive come to my doom. The onlyfeeling I have is fear. The speakers blare, and things areunderway.I realize that the deadly hour is approaching. I getmy number and wait. It seems as if I wait for hours, yetthe wait is over too soon. The speakers call again.Theyre calling me! Oh, no! Its my turn!I parade into the ring. Around and around we go.Suddenly, its time to stop. What now? I wonder infright.The man in the center calls, Hey, 364!Then with a start I realize, Its me! As I go to thecenter of the ring, my heart is beating frantically.Me? I ask meekly.You! he thunders.I have to perform for him, and I can only hope he willbe pleased. He is pleased, and I can leave. As I go, I amtremendously relieved.Now I can relax. But wait—now I must worry for mybrother. I hope the man is pleased with him too. I watchand wait. He does well, so he too must perform. Theman is pleased, and my brother may also leave.We have made it through the day. We begin the taskof packing up. As we drive home, I realize with greatrelief that another horse show is over.164 Creativity
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