Sixth grade is a killer, an absolute killer. The work is getting harder and the school faculty is getting more frazzled by the day. All the students have the same view as me and starting to show early signs of depression. I am fighting those signs as hard as I can but it is been getting harder. I wonder what my teen years will be like and the more I think about it, the less I don't like what I see. The real reason I fight the depression is my martial arts training.
I have been in martial arts since I have been seven years old. My intense focus has helped me so far in school but the work is getting worse in the students eyes. We are lucky if we even understand the work. Lately the school faculty has threatened us that if our grades don't improve the entire sixth grade will have to repeat. I know how messed up the entire school will become if that happens. So I'm trying my hardest to get my grades up. I signed my name in my journal.
"Daniel…" the front of the room said. I looked up and seeing the teacher looking directly at me.
"Yes Ms. Krackel?"
"I thought I told you no writing in that journal during class lessons,"
"Yes Ms. Krackel, sorry Ms. Krackel," I wasn't actually being sorry. I couldn't care less what that sorry excuse for an educator says.
"Daniel, explain to me what the board says and solve," she pointed to the board with her wooden pointer.
I looked at the board and read it in my mind. "[(45-23+56)(64/2x23)+22] =" the board seemed to say. I fumbled the information in my head and wasn't quite sure what to do. Ms. Krack-in-the-head barely taught this to us and she is expecting us to know it. I was concentrating on my training as of late anyway trying not to fall victim to the depression. So my actual problem at the moment is kind of my fault.
"I don't know Ms. Krackel," I said.
"Well if you stopped writing and started paying more attention you would know what to do," she said sounding disappointed. "Can anyone answer this?"
Most of the class was in a zombie state wanting the day just to end. I was the exception to this state. I was much more aware of what was happening.
"Well fine, you are now responsible for chapters six and seven for homework," she looked straight at us.
The other students just moaned in the disapproval if not in the zombie state.
"Damn it!" I yelled in my head slamming my hand on my desk. I took my hand and placed it on my lap. I saw a small crack in the desk top. My eyes widened slightly. I couldn't believe my hand did that to the desk. It had to be that the desk was getting old and weak. I looked at the clock which told the time to be five minutes from the end of the day.
I sighed as the day was almost over. Ms. Krackel grabbed an eraser from the blackboard tray and wiped off the board.
"Oh, before I forget Principal Devilish is coming to speak to you before you go home today," she wiped off the rest of the board.
I nearly slammed my head on the desk. Principal Devilish is the last person I wanted to see right before I went home. And oh yes her name suits her well. She is devilish indeed.
Not to mention Greedy, Selfish, Arrogant, and Conceded. She is the person I hate most in life and never wish to see her or hear her. But since she is the principal, she's almost always visible, for being in class is the exception. But obviously today was not going to be like the safe haven I was it would be. As soon as Ms. Krackel sat behind her desk Ms. Devilish walked in.
"Well, good afternoon students," Ms. Devilish said with her patented smirk.
"God I hate you," I said to her in my head. I wish I had guts to really say it to her but I didn't seem to have them. She eyed the whole class watching us all.
"As you all know all your grades are low and have very little signs of getting higher. And that means you all will repeat the sixth grade. And that means more money in my paycheck for me"
"Just die already," I said to her in my head again. I clenched the leg of my desk as hard as I could.
I felt my fingers move in as I squeezed the leg. I let go and saw the slight imprint of my hand in the metal of the desk leg. The desk must have been older than I thought. Ms. Devilish turned to me and walked towards me. "
"You child what are you doing?"
"Um, nothing…" I said putting my hands on the desk. She looked me up and down and scowled.
"Get up," she said in a slight attitude. I stood up a little nervous but not knowing what she was looking for.
She scrutinized my desk and gasped.
"What is the meaning of this?
"What do you mean Principal Devilish?" I responded as innocently as possible.
"There is a crack in the desk and the leg is dented," she said almost screaming. I became really nervous.
"Well what do you have to say for yourself?" she said very angry.
"Well….um…" I began to stammer.
"No answer huh? Well you will have plenty of time to think about it in detention young man, tomorrow afternoon," She then stormed out of the classroom.
"Oh crap," I said to myself sitting down. The bell rang as soon as I sat down. I got back up and grabbed my book bag and left the classroom. I cursed at myself for what happened. "Danny, wait up," I heard behind me.
I turned around and saw my friend from class running towards me. I stopped to let him catch up.
"Danny….." he said bending over to catch his breath.
"Frankie, you know you're not supposed to run like that…"
"Yeah, yeah because of my asthma, blah, blah, blah." he said.
He bent back and took a puff of his inhaler.
"What happened back there?"
"I don't really know."
"Did you really do that stuff to the desk?"
"Well kinda. But the desk is old."
"Well why didn't you tell Devilish that?"
"Yeah like she would have believed me," I said starting to walk. Frankie chased after me taking puffs of his inhaler as he ran.
"Danny."
"You know I could help you with that asthma if you came to the dojo to train,"
"I know Danny, but my mom won't let me, she thinks it will make it worse,"
"Damn, I wish adults would just leave us alone,"
"But Danny, we are only twelve years old, we can't live without them,"
"I guess you're right," I said reaching the doors of the school.
"Do you wanna work on homework this afternoon?" I asked.
"Yeah sure," he said then smiling.
"Come on, we don't wanna miss the bus," I said walking quickly outside.
"Yeah," Frankie said as he followed behind me. The buses began to start up their engines.
"Frankie we have to hurry up, they are about to leave," I said.
We began to run as the first bus started to leave the school. I started to run to our bus almost forgetting Frankie. I turned as I was running and saw Frankie on the ground having an asthma attack.
I stopped short and ran back to him. I dropped down as he was struggling to breathe. He fumbled for his inhaler but couldn't reach it. I grabbed it for him and put it in his mouth and pushed down releasing it into his airway. He started to breathe normal and I looked at the buses and saw the last one start to leave. I saw a group of adults surrounding me and Frankie.
"He's alright," I told them and Frankie nodded.
I saw a rock on the pavement and picked it up. I saw the last bus was about to turn the corner and I chucked the rock hard. It flew through the air and hit the back right tire hard and punctured it making the bus turn over on its side. I stared as it fell.
"Holy snikies…" I said as the bus slammed into the ground. I turned around and saw all the adults staring at the bus in awe and disbelief. I grabbed Frankie and pulled him off the ground.
"Frankie, let's go," I said starting to walk away.
"But Danny…"
"Now Frankie," I said walking faster away. He chased after me and we disappeared into wooded area surrounding the school.
"What the hell just happened?" I stopped short and he slammed into me knocking us down. I got up and turned to him on the ground.
"I wish I knew Frankie," I said pulling him up again.
"Did that rock you threw really pop that bus tire?"
"I don't know,"
"Shouldn't we go back to see if they are okay?"
"No, I can't. I will be in even more trouble if I go back. Then I definitely won't pass sixth grade,"
"Okay, I understand," he said. "Let's just go home and do our homework," I said pulling him up again. "Okay Danny," he said as starting to walk.
The woods were thick, but I knew how to navigate though them. We walked through the woods jumping over small streams and around big oak trees. I saw houses that I knew and went towards them. After a few minutes of walking we reached the edge of the woods. We walked out and stepped onto the pavement. I looked around to verify where we were. I saw the street sign that was slightly bent like mine.
"Glenrock Avenue," I said aloud.
"Wow Danny you found our street," Frankie said.
"Yeah, didn't know I was going to find it right away," We walked down the street towards our homes. We got to my house and walked up the driveway to my front door. I pulled out my house keys and slid the main one into the lock and turned it. I pushed open the door and walked in. We walked up the stairs went passed the kitchen and reached the dining room.
We threw our bags onto the table and stepped back into the kitchen.
"The usual Frankie?" I asked him.
"You got it," he replied. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and a plate from the adjacent cupboard. I grabbed the Coke on the counter and poured it into the glass. I grabbed the bread from on top of the fridge and took out two slices and dropped them on the plate. I took out the peanut butter and jelly and placed it on the table.
I grabbed a knife from the drawer and put it on the plate and grabbed it and the glass and put it in front of Frankie.
"Thanks," he said beginning to build a sandwich.
I grabbed a snack bar from the snack jar and poured some Coke into an empty glass. I sat back and bit into the snack bar and sighed.
"Devilish is big pain isn't she?" Frankie said halfway done with his construction.
"Yeah, I'd like to give her a pain in her bottom," I said.
Frankie chuckled and finished his sandwich construction. He took a big bite out of it and chewed it. I finished my snack bar and relaxed a bit. I heard the garage door open and shut. I heard footsteps come up the stairs.
"God what a day…" I heard from the stairs.
"Hi mom," I said from the kitchen. My mom reached the top of the stairs and dropped all her stuff.
"Hello dear," she said walking into the kitchen.
"Hellfffffffo Mrffffffs. Bexfffffus," Frankie said with his mouth full of his sandwich.
"Hello to you to Frankie…" she said looking at him almost appalled. He smiled wide as I laughed.
"I'm glad you find it amusing Danny," she said.
"I do," I said laughing still.
"Geez I am so beat today," she said falling into a chair.
"Good day at the firm mom?" I asked.
"You wouldn't believe it. Mr. Shaw was completely unorganized," she said.
"You mean the shaky bookstore owner?" I asked.
"Yeah, He didn't have his paperwork in order," she said.
"Well I'm sure you had a better day than Danny did," Frankie said.
"Frankie shut up…" I said.
My mom looked at me and said, "What does he mean by that?"
"Oh nothing…he's just kidding," I said.
"Spill it…" she said.
"...I have detention tomorrow afternoon…" I said with my head own.
"You have what?" she yelled.
"Detention Mrs. Bexus," Frankie said.
"I heard what he said," she told him.
"Oh," he said eating more of his sandwich.
"Why in God's name do you have detention?" she asked.
"Well the principal caught me with some slight damage to my desk," I said.
"You were breaking your desk?" she said.
"No mom, it's an old desk and it is falling apart," I said trying to explain.
"Did you tell your principal that?" she asked.
"Well, no…" I said. "Well, why not?" she asked.
"She was too busy yelling," I told her.
"Okay, okay, I know you wouldn't do that. I will talk to your father about this later, right know you and Frankie go do your homework," she said.
"Yes ma'am," I said walking into the living room. Frankie dropped his plate into the sink and followed me. We took out our notebooks and textbooks.
We opened them up to the chapters and began to do our work. We read the chapters and began to answer the questions. The work was easy because I understood what it was about. I was able to breathe easier when I finished. Frankie struggled a little but was able to get it all done like me.
"Well I should go home now before my mom begins to worry," he said closing up his books.
"Okay, see you tomorrow then," I said.
"Yeah, later," he said.
Frankie packed up his stuff and went out the door. I put my stuff back into my bag and went to my room. I got on my bed and laid back. I grabbed the remote and turned on my television and switched it to Cartoon Network. An hour slot of Dragonball Z was on and that made me happy. I loved that show. I owned most of the episodes on VHS. I sat back and closed my eyes. I fell asleep and slept until the next day. I awoke and looked at my clock.
"It is 7 o'clock in the morning?" I said springing out of my bed. I jumbled through my clothes and ended up decent enough. I ran into the kitchen for some breakfast. My mom was sitting there eating a blueberry muffin.
"Mom, why wasn't I awoken for dinner last night?" I asked.
"Well dear I came to call you but you were fast asleep, so I didn't bother to disrupt you," she said.
"Oh, well I guess that's okay," I said sitting at the table.
"Here, have some breakfast," she said sliding a bowl of Fruity Pebbles in front of me. I poured some milk into the bowl and began eating.
"Don't forget about your detention this afternoon," she said. I grumbled into the bowl in response. I didn't want to go to school today or really ever again. But if I didn't go, Devilish would make my life a living hell.
So I had to go whether or not I wanted to. I placed my empty bowl into the sink and grabbed my pack and headed out the door. I walked to the bus stop and saw Frankie was already there.
"Frankie!" I yelled from a distance. He acknowledged me and waved. I ran over and stopped next to him.
"What's up Frankie?" I asked him.
"Not much Danny," he replied.
"You ready for another zombie day of school?" I said.
"Yeah, are you ready to sit in Devilish's office this afternoon?"
"Don't remind me…" I said. I began to clench my fists at the thought of the ugly principal. My vision was beginning to blur slightly. I could almost feel the hatred for her circling around me. I clenched my teeth tight as I did my fists. The circling became faster.
"Danny, are you okay?" Frankie said to me. I turned to him and all the circling stopped.
"Huh?" I said.
"Are you okay?" he repeated.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I said shaking my head. I wasn't sure what had just happened. Was depression finally getting to me? I was really hoping it wasn't. The bus came around the corner and stopped at our stop. Frankie and I got on and sat in the empty seat in the back which was our usual spot.
"Hey guys did you hear what happened yesterday?" said our friend Brian.
"What happened?" Frankie asked.
"As bus number 109 was rounding the turn to exit the parking lot, its tire exploded a made the bus fall on its side," Brian said. I became very tense; Frankie and I both knew what happened.
"Did anyone say what caused the tire to pop?" I said calmly.
"No, they said they were watching some kid help his friend who fell to the floor," Brian said. I sighed with a big relief.
"That was us Brian," Frankie said.
"It was?" Brain asked.
"Yeah we were running after the bus and I had an asthma attack. Danny stopped to help me and basically saved my life," Frankie said.
"Don't make it sound like that Frankie, I just got you your inhaler," I said trying not to make a big deal out of it.
"Did you guys see what happened since you were there?" Brain asked.
"No…I was trying to help Frankie," I said.
"And I was dying," Frankie said.
"Darn, I wanted know what happened," Brian said. The bus stopped in front of the school and we got off and entered the main entrance. Devilish was standing in the doorway to her office watching me walk by.
"Your vandalizing butt is mine…" she said with a smirk. I clenched my fists and the pane of glass next to her cracked down the middle. Weird stuff was happening since yesterday.
And I was beginning to get a little freaked out. Frankie and I walked to our classroom and sat in our seats. Ms. Krackel was waiting for us all to take our seats so the day could begin. After all of us sat down she said,
"Well students, welcome to another day of learning." She walked to the front of all the desks.
"If you all could take out your homework assignments and pass them up to the front," she said then walking back to her desk.
I pulled out my work and handed it to the student in front of me.
"Before I begin today's lesson, I want to talk about yesterday's incident with bus 109. As you all know as bus 109 was leaving the school when the rear tire exploded making the bus slam onto its side…" she said taking off her glasses. All the students murmured between each other.
"And thankfully no one was hurt and everyone returned home safely. As police looked over the wreckage, they found a small rock inside the blown out tire. It seems that the rock was possibly thrown at the tire causing it to pop. If anyone has any information regarding this contact Principal Devilish…" Ms. Krackel said.
I became very nervous. I was hoping no one would come forth and say they saw me throw the rock. It seems the adults that were right there didn't see it so I should be good for a while.
"Now today's lesson is essay writings," she said as she wrote her words on the board. The morning lesson went rather smoothly for me because I was a good essay writer. The students eagerly awaiting the lunch bell until it rang loud in the halls.
I was so relieved as well as the other students. We all grabbed our lunches and proceeded to the cafeteria. Frankie and I sat down at our table which we made ours in the beginning of the school year. We unpacked our lunches and sat them down on the table. I opened the wax paper surrounding my sandwich and revealed its contents.
"Hmmm, bologna and cheese drenched in mustard," I said somewhat happy at my sandwich. I liked bologna and cheese with mustard so I wasn't disappointed.
"Mmmmmm, olive loaf with pickles and mayonnaise, my favorite," Frankie said biting into his sandwich.
"You are a very weird kid Frankie," I said to him.
"Thanks," he just managed to say as with the mess he calls a sandwich in his mouth. Our friend Brain sat down at the table.
"Did you hear the announcement this morning?" he asked.
"Is it about the bus yesterday?" I said.
"Yeah…" he said.
"Yeah we heard it, I don't think anyone saw what happened so I don't think it is not going to help," I said eating some of my sandwich.
"I heard someone already talked to Devilish already," Brain said.
"What? Really?" I said almost dropping my drink.
"Yeah," Brian said. I became frantic in my head, hoping what Brian told us wasn't true. I had to find out the truth and Devilish was the only one I could get that information from. I looked at my friends and saw they had finished their lunches.
"Hey, how about we go and shoot some hoops?" I asked them.
"Sure," Brain said and Frankie nodded. We walked out the back door and walked down the path to the playground. We were the first ones down there so the entire area was empty. I went to the ball chest and retrieve a basketball. I dribbled it over to the net and took a shot.
"Air ball…." Brain said.
"Hey shut up," I responded. We played around and the playground started to fill up. One by one the swings were taken up.
The tire swings started to twirl with yelling kids. The tire structures were crawling with children. The lunch monitors were watching all of us making sure we were safe and out of trouble. We shot some more at the net, some making it in and others missing.
"So Danny, are you going to attempt it again?" Brian asked me while dribbling the basketball.
"Of course, I haven't made it yet," I said motioning my arms to pass it to me.
Every day in the entire school year I had been attempting to try and slam dunk the ball and so far all attempts failed. But as a student of martial arts, I vowed never to give up. I backed up to the edge of the blacktop and stared at the net. I visualized myself slamming the ball through that net and being victorious. I went through my approach in my head seeing the best way to attempt it. Some of the kids on the playground saw me and walked over to see.
My attempts grabbed more and more bystanders every time. I kind of smirked as I realized how many bystanders there was this time. I was praying to make it in this time but had thoughts of me messing up. I quickly dropped my thoughts of missing and focused on getting it in. I grabbed the ball and stated to run with it.
"Buzz!" I heard behind me. I tripped and dropped the ball. My training helped me retain my balance so I didn't fall.
I turned around and saw the school bully Beanerd laughing. The group of bystanders was angry at him and booed, but Beanerd kept laughing. I clenched my teeth in my mouth. I hated Beanerd, almost as much as I hated Devilish. I felt that strange feeling as I did this morning at the bus stop. As I heard Beanerd laughing I had a strong driving ambition. I picked up the ball again and stepped back to where I was before.
The bystanders saw me and began to whisper amongst themselves. Beanerd saw me as well.
"Aww look, little Danny is going to try again," he said then laughing harder. I growled low and then took off running. I ran as fast as I could and leaped up as hard as I could from the ground. I went higher and higher. I saw the rim getting closer and closer. I finally reached the rim and threw the ball in. It made a loud swish sound as it went through the net.
I grabbed the rim as I began to fall. I heard it begin to bend as gravity began to pull me down. The rim bent completely as I sank down. I dropped down and looked up and saw the rim was completely parallel with me. I turned to the bystanders whose mouths were wide I heard no laughter from Beanerd so I turned to his direction. I didn't see him right away until I looked down. He was flat out on his back out cold.
It must have been too much shock for him to see me dunk the net. I chuckled to myself until I heard a cheering blast coming from the bystanders. I turned to them, and they ran up to me grabbing at me. The huge mass of kids pushed me up and I was on top of them all. They chanted my name loud.
"Danny! Danny! Danny!" they all yelled. As I sat up on top of the crowd I looked at the net and thought how weird I was able to make it.
The kids continued to cheer and chant. I felt like I was on top of the world and it felt amazing. A huge smile spread across my face as everyone cheered for me. I was the happiest I have been in a really long time. My training must have paid off big time for me to make that basket. My happiness was short lived when the loud air horn blast was heard from the corner of the playground. Everyone stopped cheering and turned.
"Put him down or you all are in trouble," Principal Devilish said. The crowd lowered me to the ground and I stood up.
"I see you enjoy damaging outside school property as well …" she said with folded arms.
"But Principal Devilish…" I started to say.
"But nothing Mr. Bexus. You have another detention tomorrow," she said smirking.
"What?" I yelled.
"You want to make yourself another one Mr. Bexus?" she said.
"…No," I said.
"Good, we will spend some nice time together," she said still smirking. She walked back inside the school.
I was so angry I could barely think straight.
"Wow that's rough, sorry Danny," Frankie said putting his hand on my shoulder. I started to calm down and turned to my friends. The end of lunch bell rang and the students began to walk in to their classrooms.
"You guys go ahead I'll be right in," I told my friends.
"Okay Danny, see you in class," Frankie said walking in. I walked over to the passed out Bearnard.
"He's out cold," I heard one of the monitors say.
"Excuse me, I saw what happened and I will be willing to stay here with him while you get the nurse," I said politely. The monitors talked among each other for a little. They turned to me and said,
"Okay, but watch him carefully."
"Oh I will," I said then walked off to get the nurse. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my magic marker. I pulled off the cap and drew a moustache on Beanerd's face. I laughed as I wrote "Danny Bexus was here" on his cheek.
I saw the monitors come back with the nurse so I grabbed my bag and ran passed them to my class. They saw me run by but didn't give any glance. I walked fast to my class and sneaked in. I sat in my seat and folded my arms on my desk. I smiled as Ms. Krackel turned to me. She eyed me as she turned to the blackboard. She began to write on the board our homework assignments.
"Your work tonight is vocabulary definitions," she said writing down next what we dread.
We didn't want her to utter those horrible words.
"Because you have a vocab test tomorrow," she said. Most of the class shook their heads in disappointment. I began to slam my head on the desk. I rested my head on my desk and silently sobbed. I hated vocabulary tests. I wrote down the pages we had to look up and slammed my head down a few more times. I looked down and saw the crack from yesterday was bigger.
I slid my notebook over the crack. I looked around to see if any one saw it, but they didn't and I stopped the panic in my head. We did practice vocabulary tests for the rest of the day then the last bell rang and my afternoon of torture was about to begin. I slowly got my things ready and I became the last one out. Devilish was waiting for me in the hall. I tried not to think about the detention and just walked with her to her office.
"We are going to have some fun today Mr. Bexus," she said as I really tried not to listen to her. She led me into the main office to sign in. I wrote my name on the last empty line and walked back out and entered her office. She sat down in her big executive style chair and I sat down in the smaller chair in front of her desk.
"It seems we are here because you have an obsession with breaking school property," she said.
"I can explain myself," I said hoping she'd give me a chance.
"I'm sure you can, but I really don't care. You see most parents will believe me over students like you. If I tell them their child was bad, then they go right to punishing the child. I don't care how bad I seem because I get more money out of it," she said sitting back in her chair.
"What? That's completely wrong and unethical," I said starting to get angry.
"Yes, and what is your point?" she said then laughing.
I started to clutch the arms of the chair.
"I am going to tell your parents you deliberately broke your desk and the basketball net. And to add on to my fun you will have to pay for the damages and you can't get a new desk for the rest of the semester!" she said starting to laugh with an evil tone.
"You won't get away with this…"I said clutching the chair as hard as I could. The arms started to break and fall off.
"Yes I will get away with it, and look it seems you are paying for something else you broke, and what the heck I fell quite evil today so you have detention with me all of next week," she said really laughing sadistically.
My hatred for her grew and grew. I could feel it in my veins following deeper and deeper throughout my body. My vision became extremely blurry and I could not see Devilish clearly anymore. I felt the veins in my neck throb and my muscles twitch.
I stood up looking straight at the blurred image of Devilish. I started to feel a slight tingle flow through every inch of my body. I started to breathe harder and harder. I started to feel a slight feeling in my hair, which I found strange because I've never been able to do that before. And my eyes also started to feel strange. My blurred vision began to go away and I saw with more clarity. I looked Devilish straight in her eyes and stared at them hard.
"You are a despicable human being. You should not be in charge of a school, you should be locked away with no sign of ever getting out…" I said as my anger pulsed through me.
"Why you…this is an outrage. I'll have you in so much trouble you will never graduate from here…" she said.
"That's supposed to scare me? Please… I don't care if I don't graduate from here, if I can get rid of you, that is all I want…" I said as the anger rose.
"Um…maybe I have been a little too harsh on you. It is possible you didn't break your desk on purpose," she said.
"Yeah," I said relaxing and the anger faded. I sat back down and rested in the chair. The power subsided.
"But when you threw that rock from the sidewalk yesterday and made that bus to fall over…" she said smirking.
"What?" I said.
"You won't admit it? Well maybe your little friend Frankie will talk, after all he was there too," she said.
"You leave Frankie out of this," I said as my anger began to rise again.
"Like I really care, the boy has a bad case of asthma, I don't even care if he ends up in the hospital," she said. The anger shot up and I jumped straight up from the chair.
"You're a damn monster," I said pointing at her.
"Resorting to bad language huh? That might resort to more detention," she said writing on her desk calendar.
"This is completely wrong and you know it, you're a freaking tyrant," I said.
"Well that maybe but that doesn't help you in any way. Maybe if I "enslave" the entire school so no student can progress in grades and you will destroy their lives," she said.
"You can't do this…" I said beginning to lose control.
"Well time is almost up anyway so leave a message with Mrs. Grady and I will try to get back to you," she said getting up from her chair. I pointed right at her and said,
"I won't let you…get away with this…" I said slamming my hands down on her desk. A roar ripped through her office and she froze. She slowly turned to me. She looked around quickly and smirked looking out of her window. "Why isn't that Frankie out there getting pushed around?" she said. I looked out and saw Frankie getting pushed around by Beanerd.
"Frankie!" I yelled. Devilish moved towards the door and slammed it shut and stood in front of it.
"It looks like your friend is going to be in trouble," she said.
"Let me out I have to save him," I yelled.
"No, you will watch your friend get pushed around," she said.
"Damn it, he's having an asthma attack," I said seeing him on the ground gasping.
"Let me out…now," I said.
"No, you're friend is going to pass out and you are going to watch helplessly," she said. I looked out and Frankie was passed out and lay lifeless on the sidewalk.
"Frankie!" I yelled as my anger and despair jumped. An incredible feeling came over me and I felt completely different. I looked up at Devilish and her mouth was wide open.
"Open the door….NOW!" I yelled and the entire office shook.
"N-no…you're friend must suffer for your mistakes…" she said.
"!" I yelled allowing the rage fill me.
"Yelling will get you nowhere," she said.
"AAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!" I yelled again louder.
The room shook and didn't stop. I pointed my arm to the window and the wall and window went boom and it was gone by the time the dust cleared.
"You stay here and I will deal with you later," I said walking out of the hole. I ran to Frankie and saw him not moving. I saw his inhaler in his hand and I took it and put it in his mouth. I gave him a puff and nothing happened. I gave him a couple more and he opened his eyes and began to cough.
"You okay Frankie?" I said.
"Danny? Yeah I'm okay, you saved me…again," he said looking up at me.
"I'm glad to see you're okay," I said.
"Danny is it me or is your hair gold and your eyes green?" he said looking at me.
"Huh?" I said. I picked up a broken piece of glass from the hole that was made in Devilish's office. I saw he was right.
"Whoa…" I said. I stood up and looked at the hole.
"Wow, where'd that hole come from?" Frankie said.
"Um, Frankie maybe you should go home," Yeah maybe you're right, see you later," he said then running off and puffing his inhaler. I walked back into the office and saw Devilish never moved.
"Now to deal with you," I said.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she yelled and burst out of the hole screaming. She ran out until I could not see her anymore. I felt the power drop tremendously and leave my body. My hair changed back and I sat down in the seat. The main office secretaries came out of the office and looked out the hole.
One of them, Mrs. Grady walked into where I was sitting.
"My lord, what happened in here and where is Principal Devilish?" she asked me.
"I don't know Mrs. Grady. I was just sitting here when this hole appeared and she ran out of it," I said smirking on the inside.
"Okay, well maybe you should go and wait for your parent to pick you up," she told me.
"Okay Mrs. Grady," I said picking up my things and walking out to the parking lot to wait for my mom.
I was so happy at what had happened, my smile never faded from my face. I sat on the big yellow curb and looked around. Devilish was nowhere to be seen. My mom pulled up in her green Subaru Outback and opened the passenger door for me.
"Hi honey," she said.
"Hi mom," I responded.
"I hope detention wasn't too bad for you," she said.
"No, it was...interesting," I said starting to smile.
"Well, that's good," she said pulling away from the curb and driving away.