Django's POV
"Kay Django, how did it happen this time," the nurse said with her I'm not very happy you came into my office a week later voice. "Well...my class was playing dodge ball and me and Buford were on the same team," I stated to say to the nurse "He dodged a ball and fell on my arm,". That did happen and he did break my arm, but the nurse rolled her eyes like it didn't happen. "See you after the break kid," she said while she looked at her board as if it held a cure for cancer. My arm felt stiff as I walked down the hall. "Hey shrimp, I'm sorry I broke your arm." Buford said to me during recess. "Yeah, so you can't compete in the contest." the kid behind me said. It was a kid in my art class who tried to beat my in last year's contest. I sighed. "What are you talking about?" I said rolling my eyes. "Didn't you brake your writing arm?" he asked, knowing the answer. I looked at my arm, it was my writing arm. "Yes,"I moaned. "Back off, or else you're gonna get hurt bad!" Buford threatened Bob. Yes, Bob might sound funny. HE'S NOT AT ALL!! "Gee just joking araound. " Bob said before he went off with his gang (it might sound weird but he does have an 'art gang'). "Nerd," I heard Buford uder his breath. Yes do all 'nerds' have a gang, don't think so! As the bell ang after recess, so many people were asking me if I was still going to compete. Phineas said something to me like "We can build you a device that can paint what you think!"