CHAPTER 4. SCHOOL
Zazu drove Simba to Scar's house. Simba couldn't stop thinking about that morning's conversation and the assault happening downtown that he was missing out on. Zazu walked Simba up to Scar's front door an knocked, they waited a moment before he finally answered. "What is it?" He asked impatiently. "I just need you to drop me off to school." Simba answered, still a bit miserable. "Fine, come in and get my keys while I get my jacket." Simba complied and stepped inside his home.
Scar and Simba stepped out of the door and climbed in Scar's brand new Dodge Challenger. That gift was the only thing he currently liked Mufasa and his family for. They reversed off the driveway and started down the main road. Scar knew the talk Simba had had that morning. "So, your Dad showed you the whole city did he?" He asked as he drove. "Yeah, and to think I'm going to rule it all one day..." Simba started but Scar slammed on the brakes. "Wait... what did I say?" Simba asked startled. "Do me a favor and don't remind me about that again." Scar demanded. Simba nodded, a little frightened. Scar had now had enough of Mufasa's reign, it seemed as if he were trying to rub it in his face that their father had chosen him to be king. Scar suddenly thought of a cunning plan to get rid of Simba, so that he would be first in line again. "Did he show you what was in that town next to and beyond the border?" He tried to hide a smile. "Nah, he said I couldn't go there." Simba looked a little disappointed. "Well, he's right, only real men go there." Scar kept his eyes on the road. "Hey, I'm a real man!" Simba argued. "Well you still shouldn't go there, Ghost Town ain't exactly a place for a man in your position...wait woops." Scar put a hand on his mouth and faked his anger at himself. "Ghost Town? woah..." Simba thought about that for a second. "Oh bollocks, I've said too much, but promise me one thing, that you will never visit such a terrible place. There's practically no law there you know." No law, I like the sound of that. Simba thought to himself. "I promise." Simba said as they pulled into the school's parking lot. Scar had just appealed to Simba's daring and reckless side.
"Good lad, now would you like me to pick you up from school as well?" Scar asked as Simba got out. "No... I'm...busy after school." Simba lied, but Scar knew exactly what he meant. "Okay then, have a good day." Simba had never seen such a look in Scar's bright green eyes. Simba closed the door of the car and rushed to class.
He ran into his Math room, which surprisingly had no teacher in it. All the other students sat in there seats and talked amongst themselves casually. He took his place next to his friend Nala and began unpacking his things. Then it hit him. He hadn't done the homework Zazu had given him, and he was going to walk into the classroom any minute and find out. "Hey Nala," He whispered to her. She turned her head to face him. She brushed her blonde her out of her face and looked at him. "Hey listen uh.." Nala interrupted him. "Let me guess, you need to copy my homework again?" He knew what the look in her brilliant blue eyes meant. A Really Simba? type of look. "Uh, yeah." She rolled her eyes and handed him a sheet with all the answers on it. "Figured you might need it, and you're going to make this up to me I hope." Simba frantically began scribbling down the answers on his blank page. "Yeah, I'll think of something." Simba said as he wrote. It was as he said that when he actually did think of something. Ghost Town. Simba thought to himself. He finished writing down the answers and turned to look at her. "And I think I know how." Simba looked at her with a wicked grin on his face. "What are you doing after school?" he asked carefully. "Nothing why?" She responded. "I think I know somewhere you're gonna like." He leant close to Nala and whispered the details. Matthew, another kid in the class noticed their whispering and couldn't help blurting out: "Simba likes Nala!" he shouted out in a sing-song voice. Simba's response to this was an erect middle finger, and that pretty much shut him up.
The door then swung open. Zazu stumbled in, carrying a stack of paperwork. "Sorry I was late guys, just a staff meeting I had to attend." If by staff meeting you mean dropping me off to Uncle Scar's then going in with a special forces team to sort out an armed attack, then you sure had one hell of a meeting. Simba thought, trying to hide a grin."Firstly I will be checking your homework so I want everyone to have that out and ready for me to check." Everyone began rustling through their things and pulled out the algebra problems. Zazu began scanning through everyone's work, person by person. "Matthew: not bad, Bronson: I would have expected you to do better, Nala: all correct and completed as usual." He turned to Simba and picked up his sheet and looked it over. Simba watched anxiously as Zazu's eyes danced from side to side as he read. "Simba, well done. You actually put some effort in for a change." Simba exhaled in relief. Nala giggled and faked a cough. " *cough* Bullshit! *cough* " Zazu looked at her in surprise. "Miss Nala could you kindly refrain from using that language in this classroom." Nala's face turned red. "Sorry." Simba shook his head. If that had been him that had said it he would have been on a quite lengthy detention.
Back at Scar's house
As soon as the Dodge Challenger pulled into the driveway, Scar was rushing to the kitchen. He shoved the door open and scooped up his home telephone. He punched an old number in and waited. He paced back and forth as the phone rang. I hope this is a secure line. He thought. Finally the other person picked up. "Hello?...Yes this is Scar... and I got a something I need you to do for me...Well Shenzi if you shut up and let me talk I'd tell you what's in it for you..." He quickly finished his conversation with his contact and hung up. Finally, he thought.