Author's Note: sorry I haven't been on in a while. Oh, well, here's the new chapter...
Freddy was seated in one of the several chairs outside the actual office. The walls were a pale yellow with some of the paint beginning to peel off. His teacher and the principal were in the true office blabbing about something. Most likely his bad behavior.
'Bitch...' Freddy thought as he waited.
The silouhette of the principal picked up a phone and started dialing numbers.
'Damn! Now I really won't get supper.' Freddy thought again. 'Shit...'
The wooden door slammed open.
"Mr. Krueger!" Mrs. Ander called. "Your father would like a word with you."
Freddy sighed and hopped off his chair. A knot was caught in his throat. How could he possibley listen to that drunk, now?
The office was a little smaller then his class room. A red rug was spread across the floor. The same sickening yellow was on the walls. An older man was sitting behind a big wooden desk filled with papers. The man was probely in his late thirties early fourties. Dark brown hair with a few strands of grey was slicked back. His eyes were a deep green. A tan suit with a red tie is what he wore. The name Mr. Lalman was on a plaque.
"Freddy," Mr. Lalman said calmly. "Your dad is on the phone." He handed it to Freddy.
"Yay..." Freddy said sarcastically as he reached for it.
"Hello?" He murmered into the phone.
"WHAT IN SAM HELL ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE, BOY?!" His father's voice roared from the other line.
"Letting my feelings out to the teacher..." Freddy replied in a low tone.
"YOUR DAMN RIGHT YOU DID!" His father's voice came back. "WHAT IN GOD'S NAME WHERE YOU THINKING, YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH!"
"Things a little to loud..." Freddy answered.
"DON'T you DARE get cocky with me." His father growled. "You better straighten your ass out, or I'll do it for you!"
Freddy gulped before he gave his reply.
"I will..." He said.
"Damn right you are." Freddy's dad hung up the phone.
"Done, Mr. Krueger?" Mr. Lalman asked.
Freddy nodded and handed the phone to him.
"You do relieze what you did was un called for. Don't you?"
'Why the hell is this bastard so gay?' Freddy thought before answering, "Yes, sir."
"Good! Now, get back to class!" Mr. Lalman smiled.
Freddy turned around and walked out of the room. He did hear Mrs. Ander protest about not punishing him. Who cares? She's a bitch.
When Freddy reached his homeroom...
"Look who it is!" Thompson called from his seat. "Get beat again, Fred?"
Freddy rolled his eyes and sat down.
The rest of the students were watching Thompson and Freddy. It was never unusual for them to start name calling, or fighting.
"Looks like the son of a hundred maniacs lost his voice..." Thompson said mockingly. "I can fix that."
Thompson made a fist and punched at Freddy as hard as he could in the Adam's apple.
Freddy coughed spastically.
"What the...(cough)...hell was...(cough)...that for?" Freddy barked.
"What do you know?" Thompson said with a grin on his face. "The nerd can speak!"
Freddy let out a low growl-like noise before kicking his enemy in the side, causing him to fall out of his chair.
"WHAT THE HELL?" He screamed.
Thompson got up after panting a bit. He aimed a kick at Freddy, but missed. Freddy, in return, nails him in the face. Four crimson paralel lines drip down his nemisis's face. Thompson touched one and blood soaked his fingers.
Freddy looked down at his finger nails and notices crimson under neath them along with pieces of skin.
"You bastard!" Thompson said through gritted teeth. "You will pay..."
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