Chapter 34. New school and a charge.

During the summer Wilbur spent his time with his parents finding a school.

Something that did not make him happy.

"Y'know. Why don't you just home school me?" Wilbur offered as they drove home from one of the schools.

"Honey, I get enough of you during the summer and after school," Franny said.

"Am I supposed to take that as a joke?" Wilbur pouted.

Franny glared at him through the rear view mirror. "Yes."

Wilbur sighed and slunk back into his seat.

"We'll never find a school for me, you know that right?"

"We will." Franny said. "I'll make sure of it."

And Franny was right. The next week they found a school that would take Wilbur.

Franny gave Wilbur a slip of paper that gave him the infomation of the school.

"WHAT!" Wilbur cried after he had read it. "You expect me to go HERE?" He added, slapping the paper.

"Whats wrong with it?" Franny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ah-um.." Wilbur muttered, searching the paper over. "Its uh...uh..uh...Wrong!"

"Wrong?"

"Yeah, wrong. Its...totally not like my other school."

"Well, duh Wilbur!" Franny cried. "Its a new school altogether. Your going, whether you like it or not. So deal with it, got it?"

Wilbur stuck out his bottom lip and whined. "But mo-om."

"No buts. If you didn't want to go to a new school, then you shouldn't have fought with Joey."

"But it wasen't my fault!" Wilbur moaned. "Joey started it!"

Franny shook her head and gave him a light tap on the behind. "Wilbur, let it go. Keep moving forward, okay?"

Wilbur rolled his eyes. "I hate that phrase."

She kissed him on the forhead and left the room.

The summer rolled by, and soon it was the begining of the school year.

Wilbur left the house for his first day of his new school with a small cloud looming over his head.

And then cloud only got bigger at school.

He stepped out of the bus in a mood, and stared at the light green grass and the tanned yellow school. Everything looked so cheerful.

He sighed and walked up to the doors, looking around.

Kids talking, kids playing on the swings, a chubby kid boasting to other kids.

Wilbur stopped and did a double take.

"Oh my gosh." Wilbur said. "It can't be."

But it was. The chubby kids curls bounced on his head as he laughed and made hand motions to his new friends.

"Oh Joey!" One of the cried. "Thats to funny!"

"I gotta go pee!" Somebody else cried, running off.

Wilbur stared at the boy. "I can't believe this."

He quickly ran off into the school and into his first class.

The first and second class went well. Or thats what he thought. Mostly he sat and stared off into space and thought about how unfortunate he was to share yet another school with Joey.

He missed severel questions, but it didn't bother him at all. Only one thing bothered him.

He wandered off to math class after lunch and plopped himself down on the seat closest to the windows. He sat and stared out one of them as he waited for class to start.

"WILBUR?" Somebody cried.

Wilbur grimaced. It was Joey. He turned slowly to see Joey's surprised face.

"What are YOU doing here?" Joey hissed.

"My mom chose this school. I had no choice to come or not." Wilbur replied.

"Same here." Joey said. "Now I wish I had gone to that all boys school. Looks like this schools ruined by the black cowlick."

"Hey!" Wilbur exclaimed. "Don't you ever diss the hair!"

"Boys!" Cried a booming voice.

Wilbur and Joeys necks snapped to the front of the class where a very tall, frightening man stood by the chalkboard. "Quit yer fightin' and sit down. RIGHT NOW." The man boomed.

Joey ran to his seat, which was next to Wilburs, and stared at his hands.

Wilbur shrank back only a little, the man couldn't be their teacher. He was to scary to be his teacher.

"My name is Mr. Selleck." The man said. "I am your teacher."

Crap. Wilbur thought.

"You may address me as Mr. Selleck. I do not want to hear any mumbling, backtalk, cursing, or voices in this classroom while class is in order, do you got that?" He boomed.

Some brave children nodded their heads.

"I also don't want to see any fidgeting, moving, breathing or even blinking unless you are told to or told to pick up your pencil." He added, picking up a thick ruler. "Or else."

Wilbur gulped and looked over to see Joey sweating hard, which made him incredibaly happy.

"Class is in order...NOW." Mr. Selleck said, slamming the ruler down onto his desk making all the kids jump.

He then began to explain the concepts of math and began on small alegabra.

Mr. Selleck soon gave them a small test to take, which they all bent over quickly and worked on silently.

"Its all you're fault." Joey muttered halfway through the test.

Wilbur looked over at him. "Who's? Mine?"

Joey nodded.

"What!" Wilbur exclaimed quietly, looking around for Mr. Selleck, who was protroling the isles. "How can it be my fault? He gave us the test."

"No, you got us expelled, You idiot." Joey hissed. "Now we're doomed with Selleck."

"My gosh. Get over it. Do you think I'm happy to be here with you? AIIE!" He cried, grabbing the back of his head.

Joey gave a small snicker, and Mr. Selleck quickly hit the back of Joeys head with the ruler and walked between them.

"I said no talking!" He said loudly.

Some kids snickered quietly at the boys, who rubbed the back of their heads silently in pain.

After school Wilbur quickly got out of the building and breathed in the smell of freedom, standing in the middle of the path closing his eyes.

"ROBINSON!" Mr. Sellecks voiced boomed behind him.

"AHH!" Wilbur jumped in the spot and spun around to face his teacher.

"Yeh better get on that bus, its starting teh leave," Mr. Selleck said, pointing at the bus and giving Wilbur a wink.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks." Wilbur muttered quickly, then raced to the bus.

The months went by quickly and soon it was Wilburs tenth birthday.

He was extremely happy, because it was his birthday, and it was also the day he got off being grounded from getting four F's on his report card.

He got out of bed cheerfuly, ate breakfast with his family cheerfuly, and greeted his friends later on cheerfuly.

They were in the backyard talking and laughing at the party when the backdoor opened and out stepped Goob and Lewis chatting together.

"Hey Goob!" Wilbur cried, hugging his fathers friend. "How are you do-whats that?" He asked suddenly, pointing to a big wrapped gift being towed in by Franny and Susan.

"Its a prise." Goob winked. "And one of my favorite prises. Its a SUR-prise, ha!"

Wilbur glowered at him. "Funny."

"Hey Wilbur." Came a sweet, calm voice.

From out of the house came Megan. Her medium curly hair had grown, and now it flowed over her shoulders like a brown fountain. Her soft brown eyes blinked happily at Wilbur.

He barely noticed her baby blue skirt and pink blouse, or her black hightop sneakers.

"Hey Megan." Wilbur said, surprised. "Wow. Its been a long time, hasen't it?"

"About two years." Megan replied. "We weren't able to come the other birthdays and we're sorry."

"Its okay!" Wilbur said. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to my friends."

He then lead Megan away to a small table.

"Huh." Franny said, crossing her arms.

"What?" Goob asked.

"That boy." Franny replied, shaking her head.

Lewis burst into laughter and just shook his head at his wife.

Halfway through the party Megan couldn't help it and told her father:

"Dad, I'm dying from suspence. Come on, give Wilbur his present now!"

Goob looked at Franny and Lewis. "Is it alright if I do?"

"Go right ahead. He won't mind I'm sure." Franny smiled.

"All right!" Wilbur cheered. "Thanks Meg." He said to Megan.

She smiled at him and watched him tear the wrapping off the huge gift.

Once he finished he stood before it in awe.

"What do you think?" Good asked.

"I...I..." Wilbur mumbled.

"Thats good enough for me." Goob laughed.

Before Wilbur stood a huge chargeball screen, along with a platform and glove.

Its blueness shined and sparkled

"I love you." Wilbur said to Goob.

"Heh, well.." Goob laughed. "Your welcome?"

"C'mon Megan! Lets go set this up." Wilbur said suddenly.

Megan smiled and said okay, and both kids began hauling it into the house.

"Wait!" Lewis called. "Let me help you set up before you tear up your bedroom!"

And with that he ran into the house.

Over the next week Wilbur invited his friends over to play chargeball. He soon became very, very popular at his school.

One day, while playing chargeball, one of his friends name Lindsay said:

"Hey Wilbur, ever try charging people?"

Wilbur looked at his friend. "No. Have you?"

"Oh sure!" Lindsay smirked, his eyebrows rising. "Its incredibaly fun."

"Does it hurt?" Wilbur asked, staring at the glove.

"Who? You or the people you shock? Only you if your parents catch you."

"Haheh." Wilbur laughed, unsure. "How much damage does it do?" Wilbur asked, suddenly intrigued again.

"Alot to furniture, but it just gives people a jolt. Good fun there Wilbur." Lindsay winked.

"Cool."

"You going to try it?" Lindsay asked.

"Sure am."

"Awesome."

They began their game of chargeball then. Halfway through the game Lindsay sent a chargeball at Wilbur, which hit him in them arm.

"Ugh!"

"Wilbur, you alright?" Lindsay asked.

"Yeah, just shocked. Geez! What a rush!" Wilbur said happily. "I can't wait to try this out on some of the family."

After awhile Lindsay left and Wilbur put on his chargeball glove and snuck under a transport tube.

He shot up through it and landed in the train room.

"Hey Aunt Billie!" He said, walking up to her.

"Oh Wilbur!" Billie said in her smooth accent. "How are yee doing?"

"Alright." Wilbur said, showing her the glove. "Wanna be charged?"

"What?" Billie cried. "No I don't want to be charged!"

"Aw." Wilbur said, turning to leave.

He spun around quickly and sent a chargeball at Billie, which hit her square in the stomach.

"Aurg! Wilbur!" She cried, she went to go get him but he quickly ran up to the tube and was sucked up. "That boy!" She muttered. "I know just who tell warn about this."

Wilbur popped out of the travel tube out in the yard. Uncle Art, who was just getting into his flying saucer, turned to Wilbur and said:

"Greetings pizza eater! How are you this fine morn-AIIE!"

Wilbur sent a small charge at his uncle.

"What was that?" Art exclaimed, grabbing his heart as he recovered from the attack.

"Chargeball." Wilbur grinned. "You just got charged! Whoa!" He jumped back as Art went to grab his arm, he fell into a travel tube and appeared in the living room.

"Geez." Wilbur muttered stepping out from under the tube. "Nobody appreciates fine chargeball!"

He made his way to the music room and peaked inside, Franny stood in the middle of the room talking to Lewis, they both were laughing.

Wilbur watched for a few minutes, then Lewis said something and kissed Franny, then began to come towards the door.

Wilbur jumped to the side and hid the glove behind his back.

"Hey Wilbur." Lewis said as he stepped out. "Whatcha got behind your back?"

"Nothing." Wilbur lied.

Lewis narrowed his eyes at him. "I know your up to something, son."

Wilbur laughed gaily. "I'm not up to anything dad. Promise!"

Lewis eyed his son and walked away to his lab.

Wilbur scolded himself in his head for not charging his dad, but felt like it was a better idea to charge Franny. He opened the music room door and walked into the middle when he stopped short.

Franny was nowhere.

"But!" Wilbur cried. "She was right-Hey!"

His left arm was grabbed and his chargeball glove was slid off. Wilbur looked up to the person behind him who was holding his arm. Franny.

"And what were you going to do with this? Charge me?" Franny asked, eyebrow raised.

"Uh...no?" Wilbur said, smiling a fake smile.

"Your Aunt Billie already warned me, young man." Franny said.

Wilbur hung his head. "Dang. What now?"

"Uh, how about no chargeball for a week?" Franny suggested.

"C'mon, it was Lindsays idea!"

"Lindsay? I told you not to play with him anymore. Now scoot, off to your room." Franny scolded, pushing him towards the door and giving him a light tap on the behind.

Wilbur silently left the music room, planing revenge on Billie and Lindsay.