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Prologue I just want to get out of here, thought Paul, halfway though his English essay, with only a minute until the end of class. I just would love to go home and have fun with my butane-powered tennis ball cannon. The end bell rings. The students file out while Mrs. Stone called Paul to her desk. "I saw you not working on your essay. Why do you keep doing this? Its hurting you chance to go to a good college,” said Mrs. Stone as the pointed ay Paul’s half finished essay. “M’am, I keep doing this because I have an intuitive imagination and think at the wrong time,” answered Paul, looking at Mrs. Stone plain