Let me post a random story

Still have writers block so here is a story that I wrote for English, its crappy but its all I've got for now. 

“You know why you are here Tawanda.”

“Of course, now please stop stating the obvious, your repetitive persistence to do so is dreadfully tiring”

“You think you’re smart don’t you?”

“It’s not a matter of thinking, as it would be thoughtless to mention a process which you seem to be entirely unaware of and hardly capable of doing... It is rather a matter of knowing. I have come to the understanding that you are unable to absorb all of the information you are receiving. Let me educate you as you have ‘educated’ me. Let me inform you. Yes, I am intelligent.”

The teacher frowned; never had he encountered such a conceited child.

“It is about your speech, Tawanda. Your classmates struggle to understand it...”

 “Should they not make an effort to understand?”

 “You have to understand that the type of effort you are asking for is a bit too much Tawanda, I understand that you are intelligent and capable of doing things unimaginable for your age...”

“My age? Why must this come into play? Age has nothing to do with this matter.”

“I understand that you don’t want to be patronised-”

Tawanda interrupted with a chuckle.

“Sorry,” Tawanda said “continue.”

“If you could try and make your work a bit easier to understand...”

“No, I won’t. If I did so I would be participating in the ‘dumbing down’ of our society. I will not spread the disease that is stupidity to my classmates.”

“I didn’t mean that you should lower your standards...”

“Then what do you mean?”

And then there was silence.

“When you do have an answer, feel free to tell me.” He calmly left the room.

I need a publisher.  All the popular publishers won’t print my book. They say they don’t want to invite controversy, yet they say my book is the best ever written. Publish it then! They fear society yet refuse to admit it! If knowledge is meant to be free and widespread then why do they fear the work of one child? Fools.  How can they not understand the need for such a book to be published?  I should publish it myself. No, I’d rather use someone else for my own purposes. I’ll find somebody. There’s always an answer, I always find it.

Tawanda’s pupils contracted as the glare of the phone’s screen hit his face. He waited a few seconds for his eyes to adjust and looked at the message.

 Haven’t seen you in a while… how are you?

His heart ached as he looked at the name of the sender. He didn’t know how long he planned on doing this to her, not acknowledging her. He felt terrible. His vast knowledge had come with a hefty price, the loss of his humanity. He didn’t feel normal. He wanted life with mystery, he didn’t want to always be right or always know what would happen next. He put down his phone for a second and looked at the computer. He then dropped everything and ran.

Later his mother came into his room looking for him, wondering where he went, it was getting late. She then checked his computer for ‘inappropriate abuse’ as all parents of teenagers do. She exhaled her worries away with relief as she saw an article about a failing book publishing company on the web browser. She looked at the article with a bit of concern wondering why a teenage boy would be reading about that.  She then acknowledged the fact that an article about book publishing is better than ‘inappropriate abuse’ and walked out her son’s room smiling contentedly about her parenting.

Tawanda ran as fast as he possibly could until he approached the green gates of his school. He convinced the guards to let him in and he dashed to his classroom. It was late, but he knew his teacher would be here.

“Hello Tawanda.”

“Hi.” Tawanda replied.

The teacher continued his work, while Tawanda looked at the clock on the wall. It was getting very late.

The teacher took off his glasses and spoke. “Any reason you’re here?”

“Yes, it appears I need your help,”

“For what?” the teacher asked.

“You own over half of a book publishing company, though a failing one. You’ve lost over eight-five percent in revenue, and you need a bestseller. Publish this!” Tawanda said excitedly as he threw his manuscript on the table.

“No.”

“But, I can save you from millions in debt, save your company!”

“Why would I publish the works of a pessimistic brat? If I have any pride left, I won’t do it.”

“Pride over debt?”

“Convince me otherwise. If you want your book published, get on your knees and apologise.”

“For what?”  Tawanda shrieked.

“For being a jerk, you always have to make me look pathetically stupid when I teach. It really kills my self-esteem you know.”

“I care so much,” muttered Tawanda

“Do it.” The teacher hissed.

Tawanda swore rather violently under his breath and went down on his knees.

“I’m sorry…”

Tawanda then became the bestselling author of all time, despite his book being banned in several libraries across the world. It is now illegal to speak about this book in public; also, all major religious groups have called for the annihilation of the book. After becoming internationally infamous, Tawanda Mulalu was named Time’s Person of The Year 2011 for ‘[sic] being the greatest jerk ever.’