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Chapter 4: Appropriate Punishment
The principal displayed three empty beer bottles on his desk to me. I had been called into the office for drinking on school property. I sat in the chair facing the desk as the principal looked sternly at me.
"These were found on school property. I suppose you, Piston, and Ringley were drinking them, no?"
"So what, are you gonna expel me?" I asked him sarcastically. I wouldn't have minded; I didn't need an education. I could do whatever I wanted when I grew up. Sure, I kind of wanted to go to medical school, but why do all that when I could be a pro-skateboarder. I could do it. I could get paid billions just to skateboard.
"No," the principal told me, sitting down in his chair. "Along with attending all of your regular classes as usual, you will assist the janitorial staff after school." I looked at him as if to say, "That's all?" and grinned. But he continued to drone on.
"You will tutor disadvantaged students at our sister school," he told me as I rolled my eyes. "And finally, you will participate in the Drama Club's new play."
"The spring play," I asked him, looking as sarcastic and cynical as usual.
"That's right, Mr. Rodriguez. Now I'll see you after school," he said as he ushered me out of the room.
After school, I listened to Silverchair on my headset as I mopped the floor in the cafeteria. But how coincidental that I saw Reggie there. She was showing a star finder to some middle school students. All of the sudden, my friends walked in.
"Can you see little angels with that thing?" Pi asked her mockingly.
"Well, Einstein said that there is some great supernatural force up in the sky that floats around watching us," Reggie replied, matter-of- factly.
"Can he change that sweater you always wear?" Pi asked, followed by tremendous laughter.
"No, he's too busy trying to find your brain," Reggie smirked at him. For once, she had put him in his place.
"Uhhh!!!!!!" Sputz mumbled before he burst into laughter. They walked off to empty the trashcans. Reggie looked over at me, thinking only God knows what, as I resumed to mopping the floor.
That night, I gave Margaret a ride home in my red Ford Mustang. When we got to her house, she looked at me and said, "My parents aren't home if you wanna come in." I looked at her big blue eyes as I answered her.
"Come on, Margaret. Nothing's changed. We're over. We've been over for months." I told her as I saw her smile turn into a frown.
"Whatever," she told me as she got out of the car and slammed the door. I will never understand girls. They are far beyond my knowledge.
Chapter 4: Appropriate Punishment
The principal displayed three empty beer bottles on his desk to me. I had been called into the office for drinking on school property. I sat in the chair facing the desk as the principal looked sternly at me.
"These were found on school property. I suppose you, Piston, and Ringley were drinking them, no?"
"So what, are you gonna expel me?" I asked him sarcastically. I wouldn't have minded; I didn't need an education. I could do whatever I wanted when I grew up. Sure, I kind of wanted to go to medical school, but why do all that when I could be a pro-skateboarder. I could do it. I could get paid billions just to skateboard.
"No," the principal told me, sitting down in his chair. "Along with attending all of your regular classes as usual, you will assist the janitorial staff after school." I looked at him as if to say, "That's all?" and grinned. But he continued to drone on.
"You will tutor disadvantaged students at our sister school," he told me as I rolled my eyes. "And finally, you will participate in the Drama Club's new play."
"The spring play," I asked him, looking as sarcastic and cynical as usual.
"That's right, Mr. Rodriguez. Now I'll see you after school," he said as he ushered me out of the room.
After school, I listened to Silverchair on my headset as I mopped the floor in the cafeteria. But how coincidental that I saw Reggie there. She was showing a star finder to some middle school students. All of the sudden, my friends walked in.
"Can you see little angels with that thing?" Pi asked her mockingly.
"Well, Einstein said that there is some great supernatural force up in the sky that floats around watching us," Reggie replied, matter-of- factly.
"Can he change that sweater you always wear?" Pi asked, followed by tremendous laughter.
"No, he's too busy trying to find your brain," Reggie smirked at him. For once, she had put him in his place.
"Uhhh!!!!!!" Sputz mumbled before he burst into laughter. They walked off to empty the trashcans. Reggie looked over at me, thinking only God knows what, as I resumed to mopping the floor.
That night, I gave Margaret a ride home in my red Ford Mustang. When we got to her house, she looked at me and said, "My parents aren't home if you wanna come in." I looked at her big blue eyes as I answered her.
"Come on, Margaret. Nothing's changed. We're over. We've been over for months." I told her as I saw her smile turn into a frown.
"Whatever," she told me as she got out of the car and slammed the door. I will never understand girls. They are far beyond my knowledge.