Yoda Posted February 10, 2002 Share Posted February 10, 2002 The bell rang for lunch in The Lincoln high school. All the teenagers in Advanced Algebra class stuffed their books into their bags, and stormed out. Craig, Seifer and Ken walk down the hall from Maths. Seifer: Damn algebra..... when are we gonna need something like that in real life? Craig: Never, it's just a way to waste our time.......... Ken: Bah.......... I'm gonna kill that Maths teacher one of these days. Craig and Seifer look at Ken strangely. Ken: Hey, chill, I was just messin. God, you don't think stupid enough to kill a man because he teaches a pointless subject. Craig: :laugh: I honestly thought you were serious......... Craig and Seifer walk down a short flight of steps, and open the huge double doors to the dinner hall. It was packed with hungry teenagers pushing and shoving to get at the food. The hall was divided into several parts depending on the social ranks of the people...... There was a section for popular people (cheerleaders, loud mouths, mainly girls), a section for cool people..... a punk section, a jock section, a goth section. It was as if the entire school was so racist that they couldn't stand the other social groups. The three boys were the exception. They were jocks by social status (they all play Football), but were punks by heart. They made their way over and stood in the back of the que. Ken: It must only have taken us the best part of 10 seconds to get to the food hall...... how did so many people get here in 10 seconds. Craig: Half of 'em are probably tardy.......... the others............... are world class sprinters. Seifer: We're gonna be late for last lesson at this rate............ so lets hope nothing changes. Ken: Amen........ Suddenly, three huge 18 year olds, who dwarfed even the three huge mutants....... approached. Craig stood at the front of the three. One of the 18 year olds pushed infront of him. 18 year old: Mind if I take this spot? Craig: Well, yes actually. 18 year old: Doesn't matter, I'm gonna take it anyway. Craig: I don't........... think so. Craig gripped the 18 year old hard by the shoulders, and threw him out of the que, and to the floor. Most of the hall's attention was caught by this. Some people gathered around. The 18 year old stood up, and the other two 18 year old's stood beside him. Seifer and Ken backed Craig up just the same. 18 year old: Your gonna pay for that! The 18 year old took a swing at Craig. He punched him right in the jaw, and recoiled instantly. Craig was knocked back, but quickly recovered. The 18 year old was clutching his hand in pain. 18 year old: What the hell are you made of......... you freak!!! The 18 year old took another swing, but craig blocked.... and then extended the middle claw on his left hand by about 3 mm, so no-one could see it. He punched the 18 year old in the side of the face. He fell to the floor, clutching his cheek, as blood dripped down from it. Craig quickly retracted his claw into the space between his knuckles. The 18 year old was out cold. The other two advanced on Seifer and Ken. Ken removed his visers, and opened his eyes slightly for a fraction of a second. One of the other 18 year olds was propelled across the room, but no=one saw that Ken had shot a beam at him. Seifer held out his hands, preparing to be scared. The 18 year old pressed himself against Seifer's hands, slowly moving towards him. Suddenly he was also propelled across the room. All of a sudden, as if he was waiting for the perfect moment to intervene......... the principal showed up infront of them. Principal: You three, my office, NOW!!! Craig: Oh man........ Seifer: Xavier is gonna have our heads. Ken: This blows.......... The three teenagers followed the principal to his office. They walked in, and he closed the door behind them. Principal: Sit! The three boys sat down on chairs. The principal sat on his big cumfy (sp?) chair on the other side og the desk, facing the windown. The three boys looked about uneasily. Suddenly he spun round in his chair, twiddling in his fingers. He spoke in a calm vioce. Principal: This sort of behaviour is simply not acceptable. The new simester is barely 4 weeks in, and already you've been in 6 fights with the same three boys. Seifer: But sir..... Principal: Now I....... know your not always to blame, but the fact remains that whenever pushed....... you always react violently. It's better to just walk away boys. If you had, the other boys would have been suspended by now. But as it is, I'm going to have to suspend all 6 of you, for a term no longer, or shorter than three weeks. Craig: You can't!!! Principal: I've already contacted Mr Xavier, and he agrees completely with my decision. Unless you can convince me that you infact did not engage in physical contact with those boys, with intention to harm them....... then I'm afraid my decision stands. All three boys looked down at the ground. They were hurting, because they knew Xavier would give them a tanning, but happy inside, because they had three weeks off school. Principal: I'll take that as a no. Mr Xavier is coming immediately to pick you up. I suggest you settle your little scuffle with the other boys before you return in 21 days. I'm very dissapointed in you three.......... your all very bright, and excellent additions to our football team, but maybe this will teach you. Please wait outside until Mr Xavier comes to pick you up. Craig: Thank you sir... Seifer: Thank you sir... Ken: Thank you sir... The three boys walked out, heads hung, but with huge grins on their faces. They sat down on the bench outside the Principals office. They all were smiling insanely....... occasionaly one of them would chuckle. A group of cheerleaders walked past...... flirting with the boys. The boys gave maybe a wink or a little hand signal. Suddenly they felt a presence in the hall. They all closed their eyes, and turned teir heads to the left. They opened their eyes again.......... to see Xavier coming towards them. Craig: Here it comes........... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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