TJ was in a pickle. Not your ordinary pickle that's green with lots of little lumps on it, that would be very unusual and it would have to be a pretty big pickle at that. No, TJ was in a pickle in that in a very difficult situation. This was that his mother wanted him home in time for dinner which was normally at 4:30pm but the soccer tryout wasn't over until 5. Normally this would have been an easy decision: the tryout, But his dad was leaving to go on a business trip down in Florida and tonight was the last meal that they would have together for a week. TJ thought that it was weird that his dad had to go down to a nice warm humid place for business meetings, why couldn't it been in the windy, cold, Ontario Canada? That, TJ, could not answer.
It was September in TJ's small town. It was his first year in high school and so far he had been shoved in a locker, drawn on, yelled at, got his head dunk in a toilet, (I'm not going to tell you the cleanliness of this toilet because if I did you might vomit), and had been late for almost every class. At least all his friends were still in his homeroom, and better yet all the members of the club were still together. The club that was made by TJ and his friends when they were in grade 5 consisted of Jack, TJ's best friend. He had dark brow hair, with dark hazelnut eyes. All the girls like him but he had one problem, he didn't do very well around girls. He all dumb when he tried to talk to a girl he liked. The other members of the club were Jay and Frank. These two guys stuck together everywhere they went. They were always together on projects, unless the teacher split them up, and still they would try to bribe the teacher to keep them together. Frank was tall with black hair and Jay was short with dirty blonde hair. Then there was himself, TJ Harold a medium size kid with blonde hair and blue eyes with a funny sense of humour. He lived with his Mom, Dad and his little sister Sally his 3 bedroom house in Hickville, Ontario.
Anyway, TJ was at his school deciding weather or not to go home. He came to the conclusion that he would go to the try out until 4 o'clock and then run home if he had the energy to sprint for 20 minutes back to his house. He looked over the plan in his head. It could work. He started so walk in the locker room's direction when suddenly his principal, Mrs. Garoten yelled from down the hall
"TJ!" She said "Detention now!"