Fo-Ja

Aqeel Jawahir is one interesting man. Sixteen years ago, Aqeel's mother (Jackie Jawahir) was on an airplane flying over the Bermuda Triangle when she went into labor. It was over the Bermuda Triangle where the newborn Aqeel Jawahir disappeared (because they were in the Bermuda Triangle and things disappear in the Bermuda Triangle). Little Aqeel spawned in the deserts of the Middle East and joined a pack of scorpions where he grew up and raised himself. At age 11 Aqeel had finally built the airplane he had been working on for years and flew to the U.S. His plans were to fly to Los Anngeles where he would attend the AMerican Idol auditions and become the next rising star in the U.S. But on his way he flew into a flock of unicorns and crashlanded in my backyard (where he has still not repaid me for the damages but hey, hes a good guy). From here, My family eventually domesticated little Aqeel or as I like to call him "A-Queezy) and taught him math. At age 14 he was admitted into the Liberal Arts ACademy at Henry Clay. Sure a few made fun of A-Queezy's odd habits but they didn't understand his upbringing by a pack of scorpions. I fought off his bullies with my ninja skills and helped him through the years. Now, A-Queezy sits next to me in English with Mr. Logsdon. It's a miracle to see how far he has come to not even being recognized as part scorpion. Maybe one day he might even become America's first black president.

Note: Ian Foster does not deserve acknowledgement because he attempted to give me a 3 on my A.P. essay.