If anyone could get my brain at bargain price, then surely they would be skeptical. I wouldn’t blame them, unless they were a complete genius. However, I’d still be rather skeptical, why a genius would want to give up their brain is beyond me. Would there be something wrong with it, like a tumor? Or maybe if their brain gained any more knowledge it would explode. Who in the world would want to bargain their brain? Who would take that risk? Whose brain would the person swap with? That would most likely be the strangest surgical procedure known to mankind, not to mention rather gross.

Why would I want to bargain my brain you ask? Well, sit down, and get comfortable. This may take a while. You see, the first day I walked into my Calculus class, I made the most stupid mistake of my life. I sat behind the smartest kid in the whole school. However, that’s not even the best part. He turned around to ask me for a pencil one day, and my insides turned to goo. I immediately spluttered out random fragments of words that didn’t even make sense. The rest of the class suddenly tuned into our ‘conversation’, and they started making fun of me. He did nothing to stop them, which made me change my whole perspective of him.

The next day when I went to class I was sitting in the same seat, when he turned around to talk to me. All of the sudden I had the courage to ignore him, and pretend like I wasn’t completely awed by him. Actually, I think that was the beginning of a grudge against him, in which I would make note of so that I could get him back later. Anyways, back to my story, he apologized for not telling the others to ignore me. Slowly the rest of the class drizzled in and took their places. Each making some sly comment as they walked in.

Throughout the class more and more sly comments were made, causing my blood pressure to slowly escalate. Finally, some completely annoying girl in the back of the class made the comment that made me explode. All of the sudden, I rose from my desk, walking over to hers. I’d always been taught ‘If you have nothing to say, then don’t say anything at all.’ I’ve abided by that rule my whole life. However, this situation had never arisen before, and I was not about to keep my mouth shut. I looked her straight in the eyes and told her exactly what I thought of her. I told her that she was mean, and she put others dawn, but not in those exact words.

The whole room was filled with stagnant electricity, everyone could feel it, and they all knew that if one more comment was made, there would be regrets. I was tired of never expressing my true feelings, and now, I was making a change. Something inside me snapped, and I was sure all the emotions I had bottled up over the years would slowly seep out into my personal life. I went home that day feeling relieved, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. As soon as I finished my homework, the phone rang. My mom picked up the phone and that was all I thought of the incident.

My mother rushed into the room and told me that my cousin was getting a brain transplant and she had signed me up to be the donor for her, and the receiver of her brain. Seeing as my cousin was good with talking to boys I accepted her brain with no complaints. When I went to school the week after my surgery everyone was floored by my new look and my new way of carrying myself. Everyone was really nice to me and I felt good about it. This turned out to be the best surgery of a lifetime, or so it seemed.