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Ch two: Life Sucks, Get Over It
"Bobby, you can't do this!" Sam shouted out the window. "I'll do what I want and how I want it!" Bobby shouted. He jumped from the sill onto the tree. He screamed. "Ah, inch worms!" Bobby jumped down from the tree. Sam watched him disappear into the night. (Sam's Head) Okay, how can Bobby do that. Anything he wants. I only do things like that when he makes me. Should I tell the professor. Chyeah, right.
Bobby stood in front of the side wall of the library. He pulled out a few cans of spray paint. He shook up the blue and wrote in big letters 'Iceman'. He smirked. He saw headlights and heard sirens. "We'll catch that tagger this time!" a voice exclaimed. Bobby created a wall of ice and took off back to the institute. (Bobby's Head) Okay, I can't believe I actually did this! I never did this in Boston. Of course I had forty-three tardies two months into the eighth grade, had been disciplined in the principal's office for hours in the triple digits at the time, and called a Spanish teacher 'A bloated bag of shit', but I never tagged a building!
"Bobby, you actually did that!" Jubilation exclaimed as they made their way up the steps to Bayville Middle School. "Me too, I messed up," Bobby groaned. "Hey, they don't know it was you yet," Jubilation smirked. Bobby scowled at her. He stuffed his stuff in his locker. Jubilation opened her own locker and carefully put her stuff in there neatly. "Bobby, your locker is a pigsty!" Roberto exclaimed. He had come up behind them, his first class was right next to their lockers. His locker was overflowing! He pulled the novel he needed for English class out and the entire thing collapsed on him. (Jubilation's head) That has to hurt.
Sam snuck out of the middle school. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he felt like he had something to prove. Not only to Bobby, but to himself. He saw Principal Lower coming around the corner. Sam yelped and snuck bolted from the school. "Hey kid, what are you doing?" Sam ignored him and ran into the nearest shop. Just his luck, it was a piercing parlor. Sam sat down and pulled out a magazine. A heavily tattooed man walked out. "Kid, you next?" "Me, oh no. I'm just hiding from my princi-" Too late, the man grabbed his arm and pulled Sam into the workshop. "Listen, I'm not trying to buy anything." "Listen yourself, what do you want," he drew his face close to Sam's. His breath smelled like alcohol. "Um, is it possible for me just to leave?" "No." "Fine, give me a nose ring," Sam said, sarcastically((A/N: try saying that three times fast)) Apparently, this guy didn't know sarcasm because he put alcohol on Sam's nose and not a silver hoop ready. Sam wanted to bolt right there, but something told him to stay. The man drew closer, Sam gripped the arm rests with white knuckles. He shut his eyes tight as pain ripped up his left nostril. When he didn't smell alcohol anymore, Sam cracked his eyes open. "What do you think kid?" "Um.very nice, but I didn't really want this." "Whatever, twenty bucks." "Twenty, could you charge that to Xavier Institute?" Sam couldn't believe the words coming out of his own mouth. "All right, go ahead." (Sam's head) Okay, what did I just do? Did I just. Did I? Oh crap, I am so busted! Next time: Chapter three: What the Lunch Ladies Don't Tell You.
Ch two: Life Sucks, Get Over It
"Bobby, you can't do this!" Sam shouted out the window. "I'll do what I want and how I want it!" Bobby shouted. He jumped from the sill onto the tree. He screamed. "Ah, inch worms!" Bobby jumped down from the tree. Sam watched him disappear into the night. (Sam's Head) Okay, how can Bobby do that. Anything he wants. I only do things like that when he makes me. Should I tell the professor. Chyeah, right.
Bobby stood in front of the side wall of the library. He pulled out a few cans of spray paint. He shook up the blue and wrote in big letters 'Iceman'. He smirked. He saw headlights and heard sirens. "We'll catch that tagger this time!" a voice exclaimed. Bobby created a wall of ice and took off back to the institute. (Bobby's Head) Okay, I can't believe I actually did this! I never did this in Boston. Of course I had forty-three tardies two months into the eighth grade, had been disciplined in the principal's office for hours in the triple digits at the time, and called a Spanish teacher 'A bloated bag of shit', but I never tagged a building!
"Bobby, you actually did that!" Jubilation exclaimed as they made their way up the steps to Bayville Middle School. "Me too, I messed up," Bobby groaned. "Hey, they don't know it was you yet," Jubilation smirked. Bobby scowled at her. He stuffed his stuff in his locker. Jubilation opened her own locker and carefully put her stuff in there neatly. "Bobby, your locker is a pigsty!" Roberto exclaimed. He had come up behind them, his first class was right next to their lockers. His locker was overflowing! He pulled the novel he needed for English class out and the entire thing collapsed on him. (Jubilation's head) That has to hurt.
Sam snuck out of the middle school. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he felt like he had something to prove. Not only to Bobby, but to himself. He saw Principal Lower coming around the corner. Sam yelped and snuck bolted from the school. "Hey kid, what are you doing?" Sam ignored him and ran into the nearest shop. Just his luck, it was a piercing parlor. Sam sat down and pulled out a magazine. A heavily tattooed man walked out. "Kid, you next?" "Me, oh no. I'm just hiding from my princi-" Too late, the man grabbed his arm and pulled Sam into the workshop. "Listen, I'm not trying to buy anything." "Listen yourself, what do you want," he drew his face close to Sam's. His breath smelled like alcohol. "Um, is it possible for me just to leave?" "No." "Fine, give me a nose ring," Sam said, sarcastically((A/N: try saying that three times fast)) Apparently, this guy didn't know sarcasm because he put alcohol on Sam's nose and not a silver hoop ready. Sam wanted to bolt right there, but something told him to stay. The man drew closer, Sam gripped the arm rests with white knuckles. He shut his eyes tight as pain ripped up his left nostril. When he didn't smell alcohol anymore, Sam cracked his eyes open. "What do you think kid?" "Um.very nice, but I didn't really want this." "Whatever, twenty bucks." "Twenty, could you charge that to Xavier Institute?" Sam couldn't believe the words coming out of his own mouth. "All right, go ahead." (Sam's head) Okay, what did I just do? Did I just. Did I? Oh crap, I am so busted! Next time: Chapter three: What the Lunch Ladies Don't Tell You.
