PROLOGUE
John raised his hand. If he didn't get some water on his eyes, he may never wake up. The teacher didn't call on him. His eyes began to close. Going, going, and then he was fast asleep. Something hit him on the head. He looked up to see Mrs. Strato holding a ruler, and an entire class laughing. "Sir, you need to go to bed earlier!" John shot back with "well, I would, but you keep giving us so much homework." That had done it. The whole class was in an uproar. You could hear "YEAH!" and "JOHN'S RIGHT!" Eventually, someone yelled "LETS GO DOWN TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE AND GIVE HIM A PIECE OF OUR MIND!" and with that, the whole class marched out of the room and left the teacher dumbfounded and what some might call "befuddled." John didn't care for any of this "rebellion" thing. He just knew that his class was jumpy and that was one of the few ways to get out of a mess.
John walked down the hall, listening to some classrooms and slapping himself to stay awake. As he approached the bathroom, he even heard "JOHN SPERTOWSKY, please report to the principal's office, JOHN SPERTOWSKY!" on the P.A. system, but he ignored it. He approached one of the new bathrooms and swung the door open. He went straight to the sink to get some water on his eyes to keep him awake. Back at John's old school, there was a prank he liked to do where he mashed in all of the sink buttons and ran up the water bill. First, he punched the one on the left, then the right, and finally the middle, all the while not paying any attention for clicks that came with them. After John was done, he headed for the door. Something took hold of his shoulder. He thought about swinging a punch, but wasn't sure, and his gut told him not too.
