I have found some of Toronto Mayor Rob Ford’s high school fiction assignments:<\/p>\n

Born to Lead<\/p>\n

Grade 9<\/p>\n

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Bob Bord had blond hair and could almost lift the back of a car off the ground. His dad drove a BMW and Bob was the coolest kid in all of the school. His nickname was Boss B! Everything in Bob\u2019s life was amazing except for one thing, Bob thought school completely sucked! It grossed him out, and whenever Bob got mad or bored something really cool happened to him. Do you know what that was? He turned into the Incredible Hulk only instead of being green he was red with blond hair. His rage was great. SMASH, SMASH, SMASH!! He broke the blackboard over the teacher\u2019s head! SMASH, SMASH, SMASH!!\u00a0 All the other prisoners cheered, and then the Incredible Bob Hulk punched a hole in the wall! SMASH, SMASH, SMASH!! All the kids, even the nerd kids, escaped through the hole and then played football. Boss B was quarterback, Caitlin wore her white shorts, and it was awesome.<\/p>\n

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Sometimes At Night<\/p>\n

Grade 10<\/p>\n

Sometimes at night I wonder<\/p>\n

why some people have so little<\/p>\n

and others have so much?<\/p>\n

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I am strong, rich and good at the shot put,<\/p>\n

but other people are poor, weak and bad at sports.<\/p>\n

Why is that?<\/p>\n

THEY DON\u2019T WANT IT ENOUGH!<\/p>\n

My inner voice screams at me,<\/p>\n

THEY DON\u2019T WANT IT ENOUGH!<\/p>\n

THEY ARE LAZY!!<\/p>\n

My inner voice is never wrong!<\/p>\n

This truth, like a Rush drum solo pounding in my heart.<\/p>\n

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Top Gunner<\/p>\n

Grade 11<\/p>\n

Lieutenant Ross Fordington wasn\u2019t scared of anything, least of all big government or night demons. He was the best pilot in the entire military, even though he liked to do things his own way.<\/p>\n

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\u201cGet out of my way!\u201d Fordington shouted, \u201c I don\u2019t need any pencil pusher telling me how to bomb a government-subsidized village!\u201d<\/p>\n

Jones, Fordington\u2019s best buddy and wingman, put his steady hand out. \u201cNo,\u201d he said to Captain Limp, a washed-out pilot who relied on a bloated salary he didn\u2019t deserve to live a lavish, elite lifestyle and ride a bike. \u201cYou\u2019d best leave the Bear alone unless you want a fist in the face!\u201d Limp shriveled up like the small, scared girl he was, and then Fordington went out and bombed the village killing all of his enemies.<\/p>\n

After his missions, Fordington was never bothered by night demons. They never haunted or tormented him in the dark hours for the things that he did, and Fordington never, ever woke up screaming and ashamed, soaked in a cold, mortal sweat.<\/p>\n

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The Night Demons<\/p>\n

Grade 13<\/p>\n

Fod Rord was a bull of a man. He had a thick, powerful neck, could run fast for his size and was able to throw a football 150 meters. He was also really funny and had lots of money. People loved him and always wanted to come to his pool parties. He had it all.<\/p>\n

Until the night demons came.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, when Fod was in bed and alone with his thoughts, he\u2019d begin to feel restless, as if somebody, or something, was watching him because he had done bad things. Fod would try to shake it off. He hadn\u2019t done anything wrong! He knew that! That raccoon was a societal leech! Nobody knew if Priynka slipped or was pushed! The gardener could easily have taken that money! Fod knew that he was in the right and that he was strong and destined for great things, but the night demons did not.<\/p>\n

Each night they would come to him, their pale, weak faces chattering and asking questions. The night demons, they invaded his privacy, and even when Fod put on his headphones and listened to his greatest football huddles of all time tape, they were still there. They would not go away! They were awful! Because of the night demons Fod would often go out into the night and wander in the wooded area beside his expansive family estate in order to clear his mind. Sometimes he would just yell he was so frustrated. His roars were so terrible and powerful that the birds would suddenly take flight, and Fod would sit down and, not crying, just look up at the moon and the eternal stars that filled the sky.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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