My name is Tucker Black and I really hate my life, well not as much as most of the bloodthirsty creatures after me but that's not important right now. Actually, most people like myself have quite a hard time leading normal lives and if your reading this you might just be like me. Well sort of like me anyway, I'm weird amongst a whole heap of weird.
Let me explain, my life is not going well right now and as usual it started in class. Here's how my life first got screwed up. It all started at the usual time for people our age twelve and in sixth grade.
You're probably thinking that's a little young to be loathing my life, right? Well we'll get to that in a minute and I assure you it's a perfectly reasonable reason.
I was in math class during a test over polynomials or whatever and then I hear over the intercom, "Tucker Black come to the principal's office. Tucker Black come to the principal's office."
Directly after that announcement Tom Moore, the biggest sixth grader you've ever seen said, "Nice going Black." So, I gave him my patented "I'll kill you later" look and stepped out into the hallway. As I walked, I wondered what they called me up for.
Maybe they found my secret stash of coca cola in my dorm room or maybe they found out I cheated on my English test and they were going to give me detention or worse make me redo it. While walking down the poster lined hallway wondering what was going on I quickly went off topic and began thinking about what would be for lunch. I got so lost in thought by the time I had gotten into the principal's office I had already sat down and he had begun talking to me.
"Which is why Mr. Black I have to regrettably terminate your enrollment at Lionel's High School prep."
I immediately snapped out of my food related day dream after that. "Wait what? Why are you kicking me out is it because of that mashed potatoes incident? Because I swear I didn't mean to blow up that plate of mashed potatoes Mr. Darrow." I knew I said something wrong when he looked at me the way he did when he learned I had detention. Now most teachers and faculty don't like me anyway due to the fact most things either spontaneously explode or just generally don't go well for me. But Mr. Darrow really doesn't like me. Ever since I accidentally dropped the big "L" on the building onto his car he's had it in for me. "No, that is not the particular reason you are being discharged from this establishment although it is one of the many reasons we will not be expecting you back," he smugly claimed.
I slowly let that sink in. Man, my mom is really not gonna be happy about this. This will be another one of the countless times I've been kicked out of a school and to be honest it probably won't be my last. "When do I have to leave?" He looked at me like I just slammed a book on his desk and I just woke him up from a nap. "I went over that just a moment ago if you had been listening you would know I said you will be leaving when school is let out for summer break in a few days, now you may go back to class." So, I left his office and walked a little down the hall to the bathroom.
"Well this is just great," I fumed to myself in front of the bathroom mirror. I rested alongside the bathroom sink with my back facing the mirror. I slowly turned around to look at my reflection although I don't know why.
I'm nothing special to look at I'm not all that athletic but I'm no worse than anyone else. I'm pale even though I spend most my time outside. My hair isn't that long but not short either. It's a mess that stands up slightly in the front and is the same color as my moms, black but not dark it's more of a light black. My eyes are the only thing my mom said I inherited from my dad bright green. My permanently pale complexion is something I never could figure out I guess I just don't tan well. I never really knew my dad, my mom said he was an important businessman who had to leave on a business trip but he never came back. I always figured it was just an excuse for a dead-beat dad who couldn't support us and my mom just didn't want to break the news to me.
I heard a screech roll throw the halls shacking me from my thoughts. I ran out of the bathroom and looked to where the noise came from. Outside the window leading to the school courtyard. Something large and oddly bat like flew away, but too fast for me to really see it clearly. Okay, I think I'm going crazy.
After making sure I wasn't a complete nut job I walked back to class depressed and thinking about how disappointed my mom would be. After all a parent being mad at you is no big deal you can somewhat ignore them being mad, but the worst thing to hear is them saying their disappointed in you. Walking down the hall I'm seriously thinking about how much my life sucks.
I entered the room getting a few looks from some of the other kids inside but no teacher in sight for whatever reason. To my disappointment, in time to finish the test I had started Tom Moore was snickering talking to his meat headed thug friends pointing in my direction I figured I better just power through the class since it was almost over and I didn't want to get in even more trouble than I had all ready gotten in. Just when I was finishing the last question I felt a paper wod hit me in the back of the head and heard Tom laughing.
I stood up pushing my chair back not thinking all that clear," do you have a problem or is your head so full of meat you're considering opening a butcher shop!"
"What'd you say Black?! I didn't think you had the guts, lucky for me I get to beat 'em outta ya."
"Try it, Tommy," I said in a mocking tone since I knew he hated people calling him that. As soon as he heard me say that, he pushed the kids between us out of the way, got up in my face, and pulled me by my shirt raising his fist to intimidate me. Needless to say, it didn't work in doing anything other than fueling my anger. Blood roared in my ears and pipes burst out of the ground beneath my feet dousing Tom and sending him across the room and pining him to the wall from the water pressure.
After the freak pipe burst everyone looked at me and Tom pointed an accusatory finger at me while yelling," how the heck did you do that Black? What are you a freak?"
After hearing that I got even redder in the face and ran out of the room as fast as I could and ran into the bathroom so I wouldn't have to face anyone. As soon as I got to the bathroom I opened the stall at the far end and locked it so I wouldn't be bothered, but of course that didn't work and someone came into the bathroom after about thirty minutes later and knocked on the stall door.
"Go away!"
"Tucker, you okay? I heard what happened," I heard someone say and to my surprise it was my best and only friend Eric Greenroot. He's this buff but short guy with thick curly black hair and I'm sure the only sixth grader with a goatee. "Come on dude you can't let that tool Tom Moore get to you, and for what it's worth I don't think you're a freak," he said trying to reassure me. I came out of the stall smiling a little at him, "this coming from the most manly sixth grader in this school with more facial hair than most the teachers." He smirked at me and nodded proudly stroking his goatee.
"You know it," he said smiling proudly and puffing out his chest. I scoffed at his ridiculousness and wiped at the dampness that was in my eyes. I hadn't even realized I had started slightly crying. People have been calling me a freak most my life and it's a sore spot for me and I guess Tom touched that nerve without realizing it. Now Eric was blatantly beaming at me as if he were a proud parent just learning their kid was getting accepted to a prestigious college.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry I didn't realize I was staring sorry," my friend is way to weird for his own good.
I sighed," Let's just go back to our dorm room it's the last class anyway and I wanna get some sleep before I go completely insane, and so I can finish the homework I've been assigned." Nodding in understanding Eric walked out the bathroom with me close behind and we walked for a few minutes in silence for a few minutes Eric slightly limping next to me, he had this muscle disorder he was recovering from he had use to need to use crutches but not so much anymore.
"Hey, Tucker I need to tell you something later," Eric said out of nowhere.
Eric was acting kinda weird but he's my best friend, and pretty much only friend, so I'll listen to what he needs to tell me. But first I think we should head back to our dorms otherwise a teacher will come in and make us actually do school work.
Oh man I shiver at the very thought.
