Sam and Carly were at their lockers the next day. They were discussing their latest biology test. "I got an A+. Carly said proudly,"
"Lucky," Sam said. "I got a G-,"
Carly looked confused. "I didn't know they gave Gs." she said.
"Well, apparently they do." Sam said.
"Why'd you fail?" Carly said. "You didn't study, did you."
"I never study." Sam said simply.
"Well then how did you pass all the other quizzes?" asked Carly.
"Easy. I copy off the guy in front of me."
Carly said "and you failed the quiz because he was sick that day, didn't you."
"It's wasn't my fault." Sam said innocently. "Besides, he wasn't sick. He was in the hospital with a broken arm." Carly narrowed her eyes and said,
"I see."
"No, wait…" Sam said. She thought for a second then said, "I guess it was my fault. I broke the guys arm"
Freddy walked in on this final line. "You broke someone's arm?" he said.
"Yep," Sam said calmly.
"Why?" Freddie asked.
"I was mad."
"So… you break some random guy's arm."
"He wasn't just any random guy." Sam said. "He was the first person I ran into." Freddie sighed loudly. Carly said "You've got to stop doing that. You're gonna get expelled…again." Freddy said,
"Seriously. You've got to stop being a bully."
"I'm not a bully," Sam said carelessly.
"One of these days, you're gonna go too far, and get put in jail."
"That's it." Sam said. She aimed a punch for Freddie face, swung, but caught herself. At the last moment, she redirected the punch and slammed her fist into a locker. There was the noise of shattering glass, as something fragile broke inside the locker.
"I'm not a bully" Sam repeated. "Bullies are people like… like that guy." She said, pointing at a tall boy. He had black, spiked hair, spiked handcuffs, and wore a plain white muscle shirt that showed his ripped arms. He wore oversized jean shorts, and large construction boots.
The bully was facing a large group of kids. "Not so fast!" the bully was saying. "To make sure I get each and every one of you, form a line!" he hollered. The terrified kids hastily formed a line. "Better." said the bully. He then began to steal loot each kid, one by one. As the line advanced, his pockets grew heavier and heavier with stolen money.
"That's Douglas Stone." Carly said. "The meanest bully at Ridgeway."
"He looks like your kind of guy, Sam," Freddie joked.
"Nope," Sam said. "That guy's the second ugliest boy I know. Guess who the first one is."
"I don't know. Griffin?" Freddy said hopefully.
"You wish," Sam said with a grin. Then they all observed the grim scene before them, of Douglas Stone quickly, quietly, systematically, and efficiently robbed the line of kids.
"Someone should go and confront the guy!" Carly said.
"Freddie should go" said Sam.
"No." Freddy said.
"Come on, now's your chance to be a man!" Sam said.
"You can't make me," Freddie said stubbornly, as he crossed his arms.
"Carly will love you if you act like a man," Sam said.
"Fine, I'll do it," Freddie said, and marched off to face his doom.
Carly looked at Sam, and said "Why do you tell him these lies?"
"To make him more confident," Sam replied.
"You're lying," Carly said.
"Your right," Sam admitted. "I just like to mess with him."
Behind them, Gibby walked up to his locker, looking excited. He did the combination, then said, "Hello again, Mrs. Sunflower…" His face fell. He looked shocked. Inside his locker, was a shattered glass vase, a broken flower, and water everywhere. It was the same one that Sam had pounded earlier.
"You!" Douglass said as he pointed to Gibby! "Get in line! Now!"
"Don't worry baby. I'll be right back," Gibby said. He gave the broken flower a reassuring kiss, and reluctantly ran off to join the line.
As Gibby ran away, Sam turned to Carly and said, "Hey Carly, what if we were in a story right now, on fanfiction?"
Carly thought for a while, then said, "Then I would want our story to get reviews."
Sam said, "If anyone reads this, and doesn't review, i'll go to their house and pound 'em."
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