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Mr. Feeny answered our question angrily. It was the most angry I'd ever seen him. And because I was part of the cause that made him feel that way, it made me want to crawl under a rock and die.
Riley's Point of View
Saturday, February 18th, 1995, Philadelphia
Past time, 5:30 P.M
After the sleepover we had at Cory's house, Ricky and I got back together. And we managed to get an 'A' on our marriage project! Right on time for Valentine's Day might I add. We didn't do anything romantic or go anywhere fancy like other couples our age did. We both felt we would rather spend the day with our friends than go on a date alone because we felt we weren't ready to do that yet.
On a Saturday evening, it wasn't surprising that us four friends would find ourselves in our usual hangout at Chubbies, sitting at our usual booth while eating hot fudge sundaes. The hot fudge sundaes part wasn't something we usually did, but when life gave you lemons, you just can't help but wonder why lemons? Why can't it be chocolate? After giving up from trying to find the solution to the question, you go out with your friends to get sundaes.
I forgot the reason why we were all laughing so hard, but I only started paying attention when I noticed Shawn eyeing the cherry on top of his sundae in a mischievous manner. By then I already knew that things would not end well.
"Hey, guys I was thinking-" Shawn began before he was interrupted by Maya's mocking gasp.
"Congratulations Shawn! I didn't know that was possible coming from you!" she teased. Shawn glared at her playfully and chose to not fire back with another sarcastic comment because of how excited he looked about his thought that I just knew was going to find its way of getting us into trouble.
"No seriously, I have an idea about what we can do to make this evening a little more interesting," he said, taking out the cherry on top of his sundae out while holding the stem with the tips of his fingers and dangled it in our faces. Shawn put the whole cherry in his mouth and ate it, now leaving only the stem. After swallowing the cherry, he gave us a smirk as he saw us looking intently on what he was about to do.
"What are you doing Shawnie?" Cory asked, seemingly a little nervous as to what his best friend was planning to do with the cherry stem.
Shawn shushed us. "Silence and watch the master do his trick." He then proceeded to putting the cherry stem into his mouth. I furrowed my eyebrow. Was he planning on eating the cherry stem and then puking it up later? my innocent mind questioned as it never occurred to me what else Shawn would do with the cherry stem in his mouth. Only mere seconds later did it take for Shawn to open his mouth and stick out his tongue at us to reveal the cherry stem was now in a knot.
My eyebrows raised as I looked at Maya to seek for an answer to Shawn's confusing act. Maya's smirk remained plastered on her face as she looked at Shawn with challenging eyes.
"Is that all you got Hunter?"
"Why don't we see how fast you can tie a cherry stem Maya. If you can do it at all," Shawn teased. I am soo confused.
By the looks of what Shawn had said, Maya was all rallied up and ready to take his bet that she could do it faster than he could.
"Maya-"
"Shh. Now watch the real master." Maya put the whole cherry in her mouth as Shawn had, and proceeded to chew small bites. She swallowed the cherry and put the stem inside her mouth. Four seconds later, Maya stuck her tongue out, revealing her stem in a knot.
Cory and I glanced at each other, giving each other puzzled looks.
I raised an eyebrow, holding my hands up in surrender. "I give up. I am very confused."
"Is someone gonna tell us what's going on?" Cory asked as he watched his best friend snicker at the fact that Maya had tied the knot faster than he did.
"Impressed?" Maya teased spitting the stem into her napkin.
"Not unless you show me how good of a kisser you are, but of course any girl that kisses Shawn Hunter becomes an expert," Shawn responded back, smirking.
"Wait, what?" I asked, even more confused than I was two seconds ago. "What does kissing have to do with being able to tie a cherry stem with your tongue?"
Maya turned to me and petted me on the head. "Oh, don't you love the innocent ones?" she joked to Shawn.
"Maya," I whined, removing her hand from my head. "I'm serious. What does one have to do with the other?"
Maya looked over at Shawn. "Mind taking this one?"
Shawn shook his head. "Nah, I'll take the next one."
Maya glared at the boy across from her. "Wimp," she disputed, turning to me and leaned into my ear and whispered in this interesting information. As Maya explained, I stared straight ahead in horror as I tried to wrap my brain around this new concept.
"What? What is it?" Cory asked desperately. "I wanna know stuff!" he cried out exaggeratedly. Shawn rolled his eyes and leaned in to whisper Cory the same information.
Cory nodded in realization after he understood. He seemed to take it better than I did. "Ohh. Riley, let's try it."
I grabbed the cherry and quickly munched on it and felt as if I had almost swallowed it whole as I watched Cory do the same. Just as I was about to put the cherry stem into my mouth, Maya grabbed my arm to prevent me from what I was about to do.
"Not so fast. What do you think you're doing?" Maya asked in a motherly tone. She was making it seem as if I was a baby who was just about to put an unsafe toy in my mouth.
"I wanna see how good of a kisser I am," I explained.
Cory agreed. "Yeah, isn't that what you guys were trying to do?"
It took Maya all she could not to blurt out laughing in my face. "You two?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, majorly offended that my best friend thought I wouldn't be able to do something she could do.
Maya noticed the sad look on my face. "Don't take it personally, Riles. Not many people can do it."
"But why do you assume I can't do it? Am I not as capable as you are?"
Maya bit her lip. "It's not that you're not. It's just that you're not tough-looking. You just... need to be protected."
I was about to say something back when I heard Cory shout across from me, "Look! I did it! See?" he said happily, sticking out his tongue. And indeed he did. Ugh!
Shawn patted his curly-haired best friend on the back as a sign of acceptance and bonding. "Congrats buddy, but you do know that taking a full minute to tie the knot is not as impressive?"
"Oh," Cory answered back, the look of happiness and relieve quickly washing off his face by Shawn's comment. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to tie that knot to prove to Maya- to prove myself that I could and that I could be tough and live on the edge.
I took the stem once again and shoved it in my mouth, without Maya's consent. What followed afterward was only sheer embarrassment in front of my friends and my face turning a bright red cherry colour. How ironic.
It was the during dinner on Sunday night when Mr. Feeny first told us he would be hosting the school's radio show alongside his 'wacky sidekick' Alvin Meese. Just the sound of that made both Maya and I cringe.
"Since when did the school have a radio show?" Maya asked as she chewed on her dinner consisting of spaghetti and meatballs loudly. I guess that was how all the 'tough-looking' people ate their dinner.
Mr. Feeny found it best to ignore Maya's unconscious improper behavior at the dinner table for some reason. "They have had a radio show all throughout the history of the school, but it was cancelled ten years ago."
"Why would they do that?" I asked curiously.
Mr. Feeny slightly shrugged his shoulders as he swallowed a piece of meatball. "I suppose due to the low budget cuts, the school felt at the time that they did not necessarily need a radio show to keep the school running. It was not as popular in the eighties as it seems to be nowadays, therefore, I intend to bring it back."
Mr. Feeny politely excused himself after he finished his meal to wash his plate in the kitchen. After he left, Maya turned to me to whisper.
"Doesn't a radio show sound awesome?"
"Do you mean it would be awesome to listen to one from our school, or do you mean it would be awesome to be on a radio show from our school?"
"Both! Too bad Feeny's the one running the show."
"Oh, come on. How bad could it be?"
Should have listened to Maya. Why didn't I listen to her?
"Good morning John Adams High," Mr. Feeny's voice echoed through the halls and in the cafeteria. Everybody stopped to listen. "After a ten year absence, we've dusted off the console and put Patriot Radio back on the air!" Nobody knew how to react to this, everybody was just looking at each other with confusion. Then Mr. Feeny did something amusing which got people interested. Instead of pressing the sound effect button to play the horn, Mr. Feeny pressed the sound effect button to make gurgling noises.
"You know, that's the best thing that he's done today," Maya said, as the four of us sat down to eat our lunches.
Cory took a whif out of his plate of just plain mash potatoes. "Mmm, mash potatoes," he said happily, digging into his lunch. I raised an eyebrow as I thought back to how my dad enjoyed mash potatoes more than life itself back in 2015.
We all tuned out (at least tried to) Mr. Feeny and his back and forth uninteresting choice of topic discussion with Alvin Meese as we tried to have our own discussion.
"So Riley, have you practiced the cherry stem knot?" Shawn asked pompously.
Maya hid her snickering, trying to not make me feel bad. I didn't have a chance to respond (not that I had a smart comeback anyway) because Mr. Feeny had blasted cringe-worthy music by some guy named Michael Bolton. Shawn took the plastic spoon which Cory was using to eat his mash potatoes and quickly got up on a chair and attempted to cut the wires of the P.A system as the rest of us covered our ears with our hands, trying to block out the sound of the piercing music that Mr. Teeny was punishing us with.
"Make it stop! Make it stop!" Cory pleaded, much like everybody else was doing.
"It's hard to cut the wires with a plastic spoon!" Shawn shouted over the loud music and painful screams of the other kids.
"Just rip the whole speaker down!" Cory suggested.
"Let me do it, Hunter!" Maya said impatiently, aggressively climbing on top of the chair and pushing Shawn off of it. She took the plastic spoon out of his hand and began working on the speaker. I only wondered how much courage it took for someone as risk-taking as Maya to get up on that chair and try to damage school property.
I felt a prescene near us that we would not like having. I turned around swiftly to see Mr. Turner standing behind us just watching the whole thing.
"Uh, Maya?" I choked out, trying to get her attention by tugging on her shirt.
"Not now Riley! Ugh, this stupid spoon won't work! I need something sharper," Maya said, ignoring the fact that I was trying to warn her about Mr. Turner.
Mr. Turner on the other hand, had a smug look on his face as he walked closer to us and offered Maya his plastic knife. "Hey Ms. Hart, try this knife."
"Thanks," Maya said, taking his knife before realizing who was offering it to her. When it finally hit her, she turned around and returned the knife to Mr. Turner. Her lips forming a tight perfect straight line.
Cory and Shawn gasped, pointing their fingers at Mr. Turner simultaneously.
"Down," Mr. Turner demanded seriously. Maya jumped off the chair. Now I knew it didn't take too much courage to do that.
Now it was time for one of Mr. Turner's lectures. Not that I ever minded, but I couldn't say the same for the rest.
"Come on, guys. The radio station's been only on for five minutes. Is it really that bad?"
Cory's response was interrupted by Mr. Feeny coming back on the air.
"And now, a little change of pace. A blast from my past, this is Mr. Perry Como." The music that was currently playing was a bit more tolerable than the music that was previously playing, but it still had to be stopped.
"Mr. Turner, you clip the wires and we'll cover for you," Cory pleaded. Like the responsible adult he was, despite how much he probably wanted to do it, he kept his act together.
"You don't like what you hear? Get on the air and do better," Mr. Turner advised, walking over to take his seat to eat his lunch.
The threesome of my friends exchanged looks, I on the other hand was worried about what they were thinking. Surely this would get us in trouble as it never failed to do.
"On the radio?" Shawn asked, walking over to Mr. Turner, who nodded.
"Yeah."
"And who would be able to get us on the radio?" Maya asked, who I knew had been interested in this idea since dinner yesterday.
"I would," Mr. Turner responded. "If you're serious about this-"
"We'll do it!" Cory agreed too hastily.
"Wait a minute. What's the catch?" the more experienced Maya asked, putting on her tough-girl look face, which only hid the soft sensitive girl who I knew very well.
"Why would there be a catch?" Mr. Turner asked. "I want my students to get involved in extra-curriculars. Think you can squeeze in doing a radio show in between doing nothing at school and doing nothing at home?"
"What are you saying? We don't do anything?" Shawn asked and Maya quickly rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"You know, we should think about that. Maybe he's got a point. I mean, maybe if we became radio personalities, then we'd have personalities," Cory suggested. "Radio is just sitting around talking. Maybe you have to push a button."
"How hard?" Shawn asked.
"Like this," Cory said, pushing an imaginary button with his index finger.
"Hm?" Shawn sounded, pretending to push a button as well.
"Yeah," Cory said, and they both continued to push imaginary buttons.
"Are you kidding me?" Mr. Turner asked, looking at Maya and me. We only shrugged our shoulders as we continued to watch Cory and Shawn ridicule themselves.
"Okay, we'll do it!" Maya gave in, getting tired of watching my dad and Shawn make fools out of themselves, not that this wasn't this first time.
"We're naturals!" Cory said enthusiastically. "I've got a radio voice."
"And I've got a radio face!" Shawn said with his usual confidence. Seriously?
"Hi, I'm Cory Matthews, along with Shawn Hunter, Maya Hart and Riley Matthews here, and we're back with the most interesting show topic they would give us: 'Meet your Student Council'. Our guest today is Sara Fairnurn, secretary treasurer of your student council. And according to Mr. Feeny's program log, we'll be discussing the cancellation of the ninth-grade spring dance."
Maya took the microphone from Cory to speak to Sara. "So Sara, I imagine there's quite a story here."
"No, we just ran out of money," the red curly haired girl responded awkwardly.
"So you're saying someone stole the money?" Shawn speculated.
"That's not what she said," I defended in a whisper.
"We're trying to get a story here," Shawn whispered back.
"Uh, I heard that," Sara said, smiling meekly. "Nope, nobody stole the money, I counted it every day. We just don't don't have enough."
"So what's the plan now, Sara?" Cory wondered.
"We're gonna have a bake sale and try to save our dance," she responded, a little bit more enthusiastically now.
"Ah! Fascinating!" Cory lied. An awkward silence hovered over us.
"Well, go on," Maya encouraged as patiently as she could.
"That's about it," Sara said, shrugging her shoulders. "Can I go now?" she asked, getting up from her seat. Maya got up and gently pushed Sara back down as Cory grabbed the microphone and announced that he would play a song. He then turned off the microphone so that no one would hear us.
"No! Uh, stay here while we uh... get you some paper towels!" Maya said randomly.
Sara looked up at Maya with a puzzled look on her face. "But I'm not wet?"
Without thinking, Maya twisted the cap of her bottle of water open and poured some water on top of Sara.
"What's wrong with you guys?!" Sara said, shocked that we would do something like that. Mascara started dripping down her face. "I can't leave here with my makeup all smudged!"
"We'll get you those paper towels now," Maya said, pushing us out the door and into the halls.
"Maya, how could do you do something like that to poor Sara? That was just unacceptable! She was nice enough to be on our show!" I yelled. I always believed in the golden rule. Treat others the way you want to be treated. Was that too much to ask in this case?
"We couldn't just let her leave!" Shawn argued, defending Maya on her account like he usually did.
"What are we gonna do now?" Cory asked.
"Why don't we talk about politics? Or diverse cultures? Something that everybody can relate to!" I suggested enthusiastically. The trio gave me puzzled looks.
Maya pointed to the door. From our side we could see that the music had finished and now Sara was talking to one of our callers on the air. We all exchanged looks before we went back inside the room. Sara giggled as she spoke to the caller, twirling her curls in between her fingers. We all didn't understand what was going on.
"Sara, are you still going with Joey DeRuza?" the caller asked. I recognized the voice as Spencer from homeroom.
Sara giggled again. "We broke up last week. Why do you ask Spence?"
"Well, I've liked you ever since last year, and um..."
Cory, Shawn and Maya moved to sit down on either side of Sara, obviously interested in the conversation they were having on the air.
"She's smiling, Spence.." Cory edged on with a smile on his own face.
"Come on, Spence! If you don't ask out this red-hot babe, I will! Ow!" Shawn yelped in pain after being elbowed in the ribs hard by Maya. She nonchalantly pretended as if she did nothing wrong.
"Are you doing anything this Friday?" Spencer asked, hopefulness showing in the tone of his voice.
"No!" Sara answered way too quickly. "And I'd love to! I'll meet you at the soda machine right now!" she said, jumping up from her chair and vanishing into the hallway, the fact that her hair and face were still wet had disappeared from her concerns.
"And we've got a date!" Shawn announced, relief that the show was finally starting to kick off. At least in his opinion it was.
Knowing that we were still on the air, I asked, "Maybe we should go back to what Mr. Feeny allows us to talk about? Why don't we start with politics?"
The trio looked at me like I was an alien for what seemed like the millionth time today.
"We'll be back! Stay tuned for more!" Cory announced on the radio, turning off the switch.
"Riley, sweetie, what do you think you're doing?" Maya asked, trying to be as gentle as possible with me.
"You guys don't honestly believe kids are going to listen to us fix up other kids with each other, do you?" I asked.
"YES!" they shouted.
"What's so interesting about that?" I replied.
"Riley, Riley, Riley," Shawn cooed. "There's a thing or two you need to know about radio shows. People don't want to hear about school-related topics. They want to hear about stuff they can relate to. Dating is something they can relate to. It's relatable. It's fun, it's interesting. Kids don't get a lot of that these days. We need to give back to the community," he explained, resting his comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Are you sure we're not going to get into trouble with Mr. Feeny?" I asked, still unsure.
Maya scoffed. "Riley, do you think we would be doing this if it was going to get us into trouble with Feeny? Don't answer that."
"But we promised Mr. Turner we'd stick to the topic!" Was I just being whiny and a prude? Why didn't they feel worried about the possible ramifications that could come with our actions?
"If you really think about it, we'd be doing them a favor by making this radio show interesting. Isn't that what we're supposed to do? Keep our audience entertained?" Cory asked. I guess he was right?
No more prude Riley, I thought. For now on I was going to break rules and not care. Just like my friends. Because they were my friends and knew what was right.
"Okay, I think I'm ready," I announced. My three friends patted me on the back proudly and sat back down in their chairs. I had a tendency to slouch back a little more than I usually did. Just when Cory was about to turn the 'on' switch, we heard a knock on the door. I fearfully turned around to see that a bunch of senior girls were standing at the entrance, smiling and giggling to each other.
"Are you the guys on the radio?" a tall, blond-ish girl wearing a tight green dress asked, seemingly the leader of the group. I could already see the drool appearing between our two hosts. Gross.
"Yes, we are," Shawn stated confidently, after whipping the drool from his bottom lip.
"Could we be on the radio, too, and talk to boys?" the green dress girl asked.
Maya was about to reject them. "No-"
"That's why we're here!" Cory said, pushing Maya and I off our seats and letting the girl in the green dress and another girl sit in our seats.
Maya looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Well, that's something new," she whispered to me, and I was surprised she didn't look like she had any urgencies of beating up the boys for doing that to us.
Shawn turned the mic back on. "Cory and Shawn back at you with Lunchtime Lust!"
My jaw dropped. Lunchtime what? And how could they not mention our names? Maya still didn't move an inch. The boys were being driven by their raging hormones. We knew we had lost them.
"Let's meet our next contestant," Cory said enthusiastically, turning himself over to the girl in the tight green dress. "You are?" he asked gently.
"My name is Jasmine Fontana," the girl said into the microphone, giving a one hundred winning smile to our boys.
There was a short pause where the boys just stared at Jasmine. Then Shawn said, "If it isn't, it should be."
I was expecting a punch in the arm or an ear tug that Shawn would receive from Maya, but this time she just stood next to me with her arms by her side. Not doing a thing about the 'models' that had taken over our show. All she said to me was, "Riley, let's get outta here."
My eyebrows raised at her. "What, that's all you're gonna say? That's not the dangerous Maya I know."
Maya shook her head at me. "It doesn't have to be. I have something else in mind," she said, pulling me outside into the hall. The boys didn't even notice that we had left. Maya abruptly pushed me inside a locker, getting inside herself, then shutting the door behind us.
"Aren't we a little too old for this?" I asked worriedly, feeling the tight walls of the locker push me into an upright position.
Maya ignored my last comment. "We don't have to do anything about this. We didn't like the way they ran the show, well, that's Mr. Feeny's problem now."
"Then why are we in someone else's locker?"
"Because we're not gonna wanna be in there when Mr. Feeny fires them."
"Would he do that?" I asked, concerned for the boys.
Maya didn't even have to answer my question. From inside the radio show room we could hear Mr. Feeny declare angrily, "Consider your radio careers over."
The boys couldn't rat us out for being a part of Lunchtime Lust. While they were doing the show, in their teenage minds, we were invisible. Good plan Maya.
Mr. Feeny brought in this guy named Lugwig to take over our show. With his thick and strong German accent, who could stand listening to him every lunch?
I believed this whole radio show thing was behind us, but Cory and Shawn sure didn't see it that way.
After History with Mr. Feeny, the boys tried to talk to us in the halls. We tried to ignore them as much as possible, except for the fact that they were 'sincerely' apologizing to us for what they did and that if we helped them get back into the radio show, they would try not to ignore us and treat us as equals. How could someone say no to that? Maya Hart sure could.
"If you try to take credit again for all of the hard work that Riley and I have put into the show, you will live to regret it," Maya threatened, backing the boys up into their lockers.
"Is that a yes?" Shawn asked hopefully.
"That's a maybe," Maya smirked. "One other condition. If we get to do Lunchtime Lust again, Riley and I get to pick the girls that get to come on the show. You got that?"
The boys exchanged pouts, but nevertheless agreed.
The same girls that were took over Lunchtime Lust came running up to Cory and Shawn with excitement. "Hi, guys. I have to tell you this- all the girls in fifth-period gym were talking about your show in the locker room," Jasmine Fontana said.
Apparently girls talking about them in the locker rooms while they were getting ready for a sweaty gym class was a big deal for our boys.
Shawn's jaw dropped. "Girls were talking about us in the girls' locker room? Just tell me, were the showers on?" Maya punched the dirty-minded Shawn in the arm. Again he yelped.
"When are you guys gonna be on again?" a girl standing behind Jasmine asked our boys.
"Real, real soon," Cory promised, but inside the four of us knew that it would not be happening anytime soon.
"We gotta get back on the air, man!" Shawn said to Cory once the girls left.
"How are we gonna get back on the air?" Maya asked.
"Okay, I'm thinking... I'm thinking..." Shawn said, putting his index fingers on his temples. Wow, the most I had ever seen Shawn think was at that moment.
"I got it!" Cory shouted excitedly.
"What?" I smiled.
"We gotta get back on the air!" My smile dropped.
"You're a genius!" Shawn complimented his friend, high-fiving him.
"That's why we make such a good team," Cory said, getting caught up in his and Shawn's moment, so much that they hugged each other for that 'amazing' plan.
Maya and I exchanged odd looks.
We tried compromising with Mr. Turner when he passed by us but all he said that he could do was talk to Mr. Feeny and try to make him change his mind. To me that meant hope, but to my friends it didn't.
"Like talking to Feeny's gonna help," Cory said, scoffing to himself once Mr. Turner was out of earshot.
"What if he does listen this time?" I asked.
"He's just not gonna listen to anybody, Riley," Maya said, focusing me to face the cold hard fact.
"He's insane," Shawn added. "He's a hypochondriac!"
"A hypocrite?" I asked.
"Yeah, that!" Shawn answered.
"If we're gonna get back on the radio, we're gonna have to do it by ourselves," Cory stated.
"But how?" I wondered. "It's not like we can just lock ourselves in the janitor's closet and host the show from there."
The gang stopped pondering to look at me.
"That's genius, Riles!" Maya said, hugging me. "You're thinking more like me everyday."
"Nice job Riley!" Shawn complimented.
"But we're still gonna need a lot of help," Cory added.
Alive Meese passed by us right then and there. Cory and Shawn quickly stood in front of him to block his way.
"Alvin!" Cory said with fake enthusiasm. "Tell me something Alvin, you basically put that radio station together, right?"
"It's my baby," Alvin responded.
"Well, Pop, let's go see how Junior's doing," Shawn said, as we made our way into the janitor's closet.
The following day at school, we had everything set up to begin our underground radio show, with the help of Alvin Meese. Was I feeling guilty for doing this behind Mr. Feeny's back? Of course I was! But why couldn't I show it?
"The bad boys are back on the air!" Cory announced as we all stood crowded inside the janitor's closet.
Maya glared daggers at Cory. "What he meant to say is that we're back! Lunchtime Lust is back on the air!"
I pressed the cheering button proudly.
"They tried to silence us, but we're back and we're louder than ever!" Shawn hyped up the station. "And now that we're here, let's talking about the spring dance! Maya, what do you look for in a man?" Shawn winked.
"What does that have anything to with the dance, Hunter?" Maya asked. This was getting way too intense.
Shawn giggled. "I don't know."
There was a short pause before Cory could come up with something. "Mr. Feeny wanted us to talk about the spring dance. We'll do him one better. We'll give you a spring dance!"
"Right here, right now! Come on, everybody dance!" Shawn announced, playing rock music through the radio. We could hear the student body dancing to our music in the halls.
Maya smirked. "Let's start a Bill of Rights for students! And the number one amendment: The right to dance!"
"Anytime, anywhere," Shawn advertised.
"You can hear us, but you can't see us," Cory taunted, knowing that by now Mr. Feeny was searching for us. "Where are we?"
"Nope, keep looking," Shawn snickered.
"No telling where we could be, Hey, did you check the boy's room?" Maya asked. She paused until she was sure Mr. Feeny had checked and yelled, "Psych! Pirate Radio is being brought to you by the Constitution of the United States of America. The Constitution: Void where prohibited by Feeny."
"Our next musical selection is- Shawn, where's the tape?" Cory asked his buddy.
"Behind the bucket of janitor's mops," Shawn said, forgetting that everything he said was translated into the P.A system. Leave it to Shawn to forget something like that! Now we were toast for sure.
"D'oh! Or is that a fake clue, because we couldn't possibly be that stupid," Maya said, slapping Shawn on the arm for the millionth time that week.
The janitor's closet door swung open, and behind it was our worst nightmare.
"Oh, I think you're much more stupid than you give yourselves credit for," Mr. Feeny answered our question angrily. It was the most angry I'd ever seen him. And because I was part of the cause that made him feel that way, it made me want to crawl under a rock and die.
We all stood frozen in our spots. I couldn't look Mr. Feeny in the eye.
"Don't move," Shawn advised. "Maybe he doesn't see us." We all turned to give Shawn puzzled looks. Even Mr. Feeny was confused!
Mr. Feeny took us to go see Mr. Turner in the radio show room.
"Mr. Turner, here they are. You would assume responsibility for them, assume away," then Mr. Feeny left all of us alone for Mr. Turner to deal with us. I wasn't sure if it was worse this way. I would soon find out.
"So you catch our show?" Cory asked awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood so that our English teacher would go easier on us.
"Mm-hm," Mr. Turner mumbled, his rough hands cross his chest. He stood there in all seriousness.
"You got any constructive criticism?" Shawn asked.
Mr Turner shook his head. "Constructive? No."
"Look, we just wanted to get back on the radio, you wouldn't understand," Maya said.
"Oh, I wouldn't understand? Why don't you enlighten me, Miss Hart," Mr. Turner proposed.
"We were trying to exercise our right to free speech?" Maya guessed.
"Nice try," Mr. Turner responded. "Why don't you say something, Miss Matthews."
What could I say? That I thought my failed attempt at tying a cherry stem in my mouth gave me the right to do something so destructive to the school? That perhaps, in some ways, I wasn't like my friends at all and I would do anything to be like them?
"There's a fine line between doing something that's courageous, and doing something that's dangerous. I thought I could pass that line and there would be no difference, no consequences. I thought by being dangerous, I could be just like my friends." I turned toward my friends. "Not that I know you guys don't accept me the way I am, but you guys can do stuff that I can't do like tie a cherry stem in your mouth, and what can I do? I just wanted to be a risk taker for once. I didn't wanna get lost in the shuffle of my friends."
"Riley, I didn't know you felt that way," Maya said, comforting me with her arm wrapped around my shoulder.
"I still take full responsibilities for my actions," I added. "Because that's the courageous thing to do."
"Did you guys wanna be a bad influence on Riley?" Mr. Turner asked the trio.
"We didn't mean to," Cory said, obviously feeling guilty.
Mr. Turner continued. "You have responsibilities. Responsibilities to the school and to me. Now why was it so important for you to get back on the air that you were willing to shaft me?"
"Look, Mr. Turner, we're just trying to find our place," Cory tried to explain. "You know, we're only seventh graders. Everybody else seems to know who they are and where they belong. But we're nobody. We're misfits of the seventh grade."
"And you thought being on the radio would help you?" Mr. Turner asked.
Maya shrugged. "Yeah, I mean if we're on the radio and everyone thinks we're cool then we don't get lost in the shuffle." Maybe we weren't so different after all.
"You feel lost?" Mr. Turner asked.
I looked to my friends. "I don't know about you guys, but I sure do," I admitted.
"What about you?" Mr. Turner pointed to Shawn.
"Yeah, sometimes," he answered.
"You know what? I bet a lot of people feel that way," Mr. Turner told us.
"Well, maybe they do, but I'm sure they don't wanna talk about it," Cory answered.
"Oh, I'm sure they do," our teacher smirked. "Look at all the calls we have already."
For the first time I looked down at the phone to see all the lights blazing red. Believe it or not, there were a lot more callers than when we did Lunchtime Lust. We were on the air the whole time?!
"We're on the air?!" Maya asked shocked.
"Someone must've turned on the switch accidentally," Mr. Turner managed to maintain his smirk as he spoke. How sneaky...
"And they heard all of that?" I asked insecurely.
"Yeah," Mr. Turner nodded. "See, guys, you don't have to do Lunchtime Lust just to get an audience. All you have to do is be honest. People will listen to that, too."
"Loyal, honest and decent," I recited, thinking back to the student-body elections.
"Exactly," Mr. Turner said. He pressed the red button to answer the first caller. "Hello, you're on the air."
Mr. Feeny's voice sounded through the phone. "Yes, I'm a first-time caller. Love the show."
"You have a question?" Mr. Turner asked.
"More of a comment, really," Mr. Feeny responded. "I thought you did a commendable job handling a rather difficult situation."
"Thank you, caller," our teacher smiled.
"And I do have a question. I'm curious as to what you think the appropriate punishment would be for your four guests?"
Oh no. We all gave each other worried looks.
"I'm thinking a week's detention?" Mr. Turner answered. We all sighed in relief until we heard Mr. Feeny's response to that proposition.
"Couldn't quite hear that, seems to be some static on the line."
Mr. Turner changed his mind. "A month's detention."
Even though we couldn't see Mr. Feeny, we knew he was smiling satisfactorily. "Loud and clear."
The four of us groaned in unison.
Cory hung up the call nervously to answer another caller. "Well, you know, that's one man's opinion. Let's hear from some other listeners."
"I say lock 'em up and throw away the key!" the new caller shouted from the other line.
Cory rolled his eyes as he recognized the voice to belong to his brother. "Get off the phone, Eric," he said annoyed, hanging up.
"Guys, trust me, you got off easy. There's a lot worse that could've happened to you," Mr. Turner warned.
And perhaps there could have been. But we still wouldn't know until we kept living in my dad's world. Little did I know that Mr. Turner was right. But that still didn't mean anything to me yet. Nothing that had happened thus far could compare to what the near future awaited for us. The worse had still yet to come...
Author's Note: Thank you guys as always for being awesome and always standing by me through every crazy thing that goes on in my life lol. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I can't believe we're almost done with season 2! (of the story I mean lol) It's definitely been a long ride. The next chapter that Riley narrates will definitely be life-changing for her, which will lead into the season 2 finale which will hopefully blow your minds! 'Different Worlds' (the season 2 finale) will consist of a very serious tone throughout the chapter. It'll be in Maya's POV which will conclude season 2. Riley and Maya will get into a fight. Something happens. Where will that leave Maya? Where will that leave her 'little plant'? That wasn't included in the spoilers that I gave to AliciaMae26. Sorry Alicia lol, but this time you will have to wait as everybody else will. ;) Hopefully the finale will come soon, as I have been planning it for months now. :)
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