"I'm very disappointed in you, Peter James Hopkins. This is your nineteenth school you've been kicked out of." Peter's father said.

"I'm sorry, Dad," Petey said. "But I was helping people. I was sticking up to people. I was sticking up to the weaker kids. Liam was my best friend."

"You fighting those jocks didn't help anyone," He said. "That job is for the teachers. Gosh, how am I going to explain this to your new mother?

Peter's father remarried nine years ago. Peter's new mother was filthy rich. And a dirty snob.

"I'm sorry, Dad," Peter replied. "But that thing is not my mother. She's old enough to be my great-grandmother. "You only married her because of her money. She only married you because you're so hot, according to her diary."

The car ran in complete silence until they reached the gates of the school.

"Well see you next year, Peter!" He said stiffly. "We're going on a long cruise!"

Peter's father then drove off with his stepmother.