"Son! Son! Wake up! It is time for your first day of the big school!"
The blonde boy gave a groan as he rose up from his bed.
'It's high school dad…' thought the tiresome boy, who was too tired to shout to his dad.
"And this time it isn't any boarding school! This is normal school!"
'…Public school dad,' he thought again.
Yes, we can all guess whom we're talking about. Wallaby Beetles. He had already been decommissioned and doesn't remember a thing. Wallaby just went on with his life doing poorly in school and getting in to more fights than usual.
The Australian boy got dressed and groomed himself before going down for breakfast. He checked the mirror before going down. Wallaby always wore orange. The fourteen-year-old boy never knew why. It was as if the color orange was an important part of him. He also cut his hair. His style became the famous spiky buzz cut. He was still short at about 5'5". The boy gave a double take and ran downstairs for breakfast.
Wallaby saw his backpack and picked it up on his way to the kitchen. He saw his dad eating fruit and cereal. His dad was as dense as ever. Nothing changed about him. He was reading the paper.
The fourteen-year-old boy sat down and poured himself a bowl of sugar cereal.
"How did ya' sleep sport?" asked his dad, who's head was still at the paper.
"Fine dad."
Sounds of crunching and paper shuffling surrounded the room.
"Where's mom?" he asked, looking at the empty seat to where his mom usually sits.
He put down the paper. "She went to work early today. The boss wants her in before time every day this week."
Wallaby gave a sigh.
"Son?"
"Yeh' dad?"
"I think we need to talk about your problem," he announced in a serious matter.
Wallaby looked outraged. "What problem!?"
"Exactly! Ya' have an anger problem!" shouted his father, dominating Wallaby's tone.
"NO I DON'T!"
"Oh yeh? What about the fights with the kids in your eight grade class? You got in trouble for seven fights last year! Ya' need help son!"
"Oh my god," Wallaby muttered while smacking his left hand on his face.
"Look," said Mr. Beetles, toning his voice down. "What happened sport? From the moment you turned thirteen, your anger has been getting out of control. What happened? You used to be just fine!"
Wallaby was staggered. "I," he paused. "I-I don't know dad…"
His dad gave a worried face and lurched right over the table and touched his shoulder.
Wallaby looked down. "I better get to school…"
Mr. Beetles let go of his son's shoulder. "Alright son. We'll talk about this later. Have a nice day in public school."
"Yeah, thanks."
"And don't get into trouble!"
"Yeah dad…" sighed Wallaby.
The boy in orange clothing grabbed his backpack and walked out of the door.
'What DID happen…?'
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Wallaby was deep in thought on his way to school. He met up with his two friends Scott and Willy. They were his buddies ever since he turned thirteen. The middle school bullies were taking the kids lunch money, and Wallaby got ticked. He attempted to beat up the bully, but failed. Two boys saw and defended Wallaby, and they won the battle. They have been together like glue ever since.
Scott had black hair that was extremely short. He was taller than Wallaby, at 5'10". That is pretty tall for a freshman. Then we have Willy. He has long red hair down to his shoulders and numerous freckles on his face. He was the shy and timid type, who never talked unless necessary. Willy is the same height as Wallaby.
"Hey kiddo," said Scott, calling Wallaby by his nickname. "What's wrong?"
Wallaby looked up at Scott. "My dad was asking what happened to me before I had my 'anger problem.'"
He paused.
"Yeah," said Scott who was interrupting the pause. "And?"
Wallaby stopped walking. "I don't know…He says that I have to fix this problem because of the seven fights we got busted for last year."
"Psht! It's just middle school!"
Willy nodded.
"Hey!" said a voice in the distance.
All three stopped walking.
"Hey," said Scott a bit irritated. "It's your little friend over there. He never stops following us!"
"Hey Scott! Leave him alone, he's pretty cool."
Scott rolled his eyes, while Willy smiled and rolled his eyes at Scott's behavior.
"Hey Wallaby!" said the brown haired boy with glasses.
"Hey Hoagie!"
They did their secret handshake.
--FLASHBACK--
Wallaby met Hoagie in the eight grade. Some thugs in the alley were beating up Hoagie. Wallaby saw this and beat them all up until they were unconscious.
"Hey kid, you better watch yourself!" said the blonde boy, helping the other kid up.
"Thanks a lot, I owe you one."
"I'm Hoagie."
"Wallaby. Nice to meet ya'!"
--END OF FLASHBACK--
From then on, they became best friends. They felt like they had known each other before. Like they had a connection that kept them together. Nothing broke them up. They were like two peas in a pod, yet they had nothing in common.
Hoagie went to a magnet middle school of technology. He is an extreme genius who knows airplanes well. He hopes to be a pilot some day. Hoagie is going to a magnet high school. Basically, he's not going to Wallaby's high school. His parents have high hopes for the young genius.
Wallaby went to a boarding middle school, and he was going to a public high school. He is going to school with Scott and Willy, so school won't be that bad. The boarding school only allowed children from grades one thought eight, so they were kicked out and forced upon going to a public school.
"So Hoagie," started Wallaby. "How was your trip?"
"It was alright. I actually flew a plane, but it wasn't that special. I got enough airplanes at home to fly. My parents complain about the costs of hardware though."
Wallaby chuckled. "Man, if I had talent like you, my parents wouldn't have to bitch about my anger problem!"
"Have they finally talked to you about it?"
"Yeh'."
"Aww, I knew about it. Hi Scott, Willy!"
"Hrmph!"
Willy nodded a hello.
"How have you two been? It has been a while since we talked."
"We've been JUST FINE!" shouted Scott with frustration.
"Alright, alright," tensed the boy with glasses. "Here is my stop anyway, so I gotta go!"
"Bye Hoagie! Call me tonight!"
"Alright Wallaby, bye!"
Hoagie ran to his destination of the Technology Magnet High School.
"Geez Scott," said Wallaby. "What the heck is your problem?! What do you have against Hoagie?!"
"He is a stupid loser. Why do you hang out with dorks like that! He is nothing like us."
"So?!" shouted Wallaby at the top of his lungs. "You don't know him!"
"Wally!" shouted Willy, calling the blonde by his nickname. "Scott is just jealous, chill."
"JELOUS?! I think NOT!"
Wallaby growled and pinned Scott on the ground. He was about to punch him in the face, but stopped. The blonde got up and stiffened his whole body.
"I'm going to school at my own pace! See you guys later!"
He ran at a quick pace to get away from his two friends.
"Sure," said Scott as he got up and bushed himself off. "There goes your one-liner for today, Willy…"
Willy smirked.
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"That jerk!" Wallaby shouted to himself. "He should leave Hoagie alone! He hasn't done anything to Scott!"
As Wallaby walked up to the front lawn of the public school, a lot of girls were looking at him. Wallaby knew he was known as the "prince" of his middle school. All of the girls went crazy for him. They sighed each time he went down the hallways. The guys were jealous of him, but wouldn't get near Wallaby, considering he would beat them up.
The blonde didn't even look at the girls who had goo-goo eyes for him. He was too mad to care. Wallaby walked up to the steps and went into the school.
He was wondering where to go, considering he didn't have a schedule yet. The hallways were pact. He didn't see one freshman that looked familiar. There were all sophomores, juniors, and seniors.
'Argh!' he thought to himself. 'Where the hell do I get my schedule?!'
He walked around the hallways. There were different cliques everywhere. There were Goths, jocks, dorks, nerds, preppy girls, weirdoes etc... Wallaby knew he didn't fit in with any of these cliques. He just didn't care.
Wallaby was scanning around the hallway, looking for a freshman. He didn't want to ask anyone from the other grades, or else they would pick on him or something. He saw some girls giving him stares, but ignored them.
Then it hit him. He saw someone he felt like he knew. She had long black hair and looked to be Asian, from what he saw looking at her profile. She was wearing a green t-shirt and black pants. He felt as if he knew this girl and has had a special connection with her. It was like Hoagie, but she felt more…important.
He shook off his thoughts and went up to her. He didn't care what grade she was in. He had to at least talk to her.
'Why do my palms feel sweaty?' he thought to himself.
He was right behind the girl. She looked to be talking to another girl that looked to be her age.
He tapped the Asian girl's shoulder. "Um excuse me," asked Wallaby in a choked up voice.
She turned around. It felt like slow motion in Wallaby's point of view.
"Yes?" she asked, smiling at him.
"Do you know where to get the schedules for freshman?"
"Oh! Sure, follow me!" she said grabbing his hand, then pardoned her friend, for she had to help Wallaby.
The boy blushed. She let go of his hand and they started walking.
"So you're a freshman too?" asked the Asian girl.
"Yeh', I am." He paused. "Have I met you before?"
"Not dat I know of," she said in her Asian accent. "But you do seem familiar. Oh well!"
"Yeh'," muttered Wallaby to himself. "I'm Wallaby."
"Kuki! Nice to meet you!"
'Whoa,' thought Wallaby to himself. 'I feel so relaxed around her. I don't feel an ounce of anger within me.'
"Here you go!" said Kuki, showing Wallaby the scheduling room.
"Thanks," he said in a chipper voice.
"No problem! I hafta go to class! See you around Wallaby!"
"Bye Kuki."
He waved to her and saw her leave until he couldn't see her anymore.
'Why does she seem so familiar?'
Wallaby went inside the scheduling room. There was a middle age blonde sitting at one of the tables, with her table labeling last names starting from letter A though G. He went up to her.
"Last name?" she asked with a tired voice.
"Beetles…Wallaby."
She looked and found his name within an instant.
"Welcome to high school kid. Good luck with your four years," she said in a tone down voice. "I need some sleep," she thought out loud.
Wally chuckled then left.
"Let's see," he thought out loud.
SCHEDULE: BEETLES, WALLABY Locker Number: 498 Combo: 39, 9, 43
Period 1, Math Workshop
Period 2, P.E., track
Period 3, English 1-2
Period 4, Basic Art
Period 5, Life Science
Period 6, World History
Period 7, Anger Management
Wally widened his eyes. "Anger management?! No, no, no, no, NO! I will NOT take anger management. This has GOT to be a mistake!"
He marched right back in to the scheduling room, and talked to the blonde lady.
"Excuse me! I did NOT sign up for anger management!" he shouted, causing uproar in the room.
"Sorry kid, but your parents made sure you got in to that class. Plus, by your outbreak just now, you NEED the class," she said toneless once again.
"Go suck a lemon lady!" 'Déjà vu,' he thought to himself.
"Excuse ME?! I will NOT take that tone! I will ignore it for today, since it is your first day. Now, get to math workshop!" she shouted.
The kids and the teachers laughed at him. Math Workshop was the worst level of math to be in. Only morons belong in that class.
Wallaby grumbled and walked out of the room.
'It looks like this is going to be a LONG day…'
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END OF CHAPTER TWO!
Chapter three is coming up soon!
The blonde boy gave a groan as he rose up from his bed.
'It's high school dad…' thought the tiresome boy, who was too tired to shout to his dad.
"And this time it isn't any boarding school! This is normal school!"
'…Public school dad,' he thought again.
Yes, we can all guess whom we're talking about. Wallaby Beetles. He had already been decommissioned and doesn't remember a thing. Wallaby just went on with his life doing poorly in school and getting in to more fights than usual.
The Australian boy got dressed and groomed himself before going down for breakfast. He checked the mirror before going down. Wallaby always wore orange. The fourteen-year-old boy never knew why. It was as if the color orange was an important part of him. He also cut his hair. His style became the famous spiky buzz cut. He was still short at about 5'5". The boy gave a double take and ran downstairs for breakfast.
Wallaby saw his backpack and picked it up on his way to the kitchen. He saw his dad eating fruit and cereal. His dad was as dense as ever. Nothing changed about him. He was reading the paper.
The fourteen-year-old boy sat down and poured himself a bowl of sugar cereal.
"How did ya' sleep sport?" asked his dad, who's head was still at the paper.
"Fine dad."
Sounds of crunching and paper shuffling surrounded the room.
"Where's mom?" he asked, looking at the empty seat to where his mom usually sits.
He put down the paper. "She went to work early today. The boss wants her in before time every day this week."
Wallaby gave a sigh.
"Son?"
"Yeh' dad?"
"I think we need to talk about your problem," he announced in a serious matter.
Wallaby looked outraged. "What problem!?"
"Exactly! Ya' have an anger problem!" shouted his father, dominating Wallaby's tone.
"NO I DON'T!"
"Oh yeh? What about the fights with the kids in your eight grade class? You got in trouble for seven fights last year! Ya' need help son!"
"Oh my god," Wallaby muttered while smacking his left hand on his face.
"Look," said Mr. Beetles, toning his voice down. "What happened sport? From the moment you turned thirteen, your anger has been getting out of control. What happened? You used to be just fine!"
Wallaby was staggered. "I," he paused. "I-I don't know dad…"
His dad gave a worried face and lurched right over the table and touched his shoulder.
Wallaby looked down. "I better get to school…"
Mr. Beetles let go of his son's shoulder. "Alright son. We'll talk about this later. Have a nice day in public school."
"Yeah, thanks."
"And don't get into trouble!"
"Yeah dad…" sighed Wallaby.
The boy in orange clothing grabbed his backpack and walked out of the door.
'What DID happen…?'
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Wallaby was deep in thought on his way to school. He met up with his two friends Scott and Willy. They were his buddies ever since he turned thirteen. The middle school bullies were taking the kids lunch money, and Wallaby got ticked. He attempted to beat up the bully, but failed. Two boys saw and defended Wallaby, and they won the battle. They have been together like glue ever since.
Scott had black hair that was extremely short. He was taller than Wallaby, at 5'10". That is pretty tall for a freshman. Then we have Willy. He has long red hair down to his shoulders and numerous freckles on his face. He was the shy and timid type, who never talked unless necessary. Willy is the same height as Wallaby.
"Hey kiddo," said Scott, calling Wallaby by his nickname. "What's wrong?"
Wallaby looked up at Scott. "My dad was asking what happened to me before I had my 'anger problem.'"
He paused.
"Yeah," said Scott who was interrupting the pause. "And?"
Wallaby stopped walking. "I don't know…He says that I have to fix this problem because of the seven fights we got busted for last year."
"Psht! It's just middle school!"
Willy nodded.
"Hey!" said a voice in the distance.
All three stopped walking.
"Hey," said Scott a bit irritated. "It's your little friend over there. He never stops following us!"
"Hey Scott! Leave him alone, he's pretty cool."
Scott rolled his eyes, while Willy smiled and rolled his eyes at Scott's behavior.
"Hey Wallaby!" said the brown haired boy with glasses.
"Hey Hoagie!"
They did their secret handshake.
--FLASHBACK--
Wallaby met Hoagie in the eight grade. Some thugs in the alley were beating up Hoagie. Wallaby saw this and beat them all up until they were unconscious.
"Hey kid, you better watch yourself!" said the blonde boy, helping the other kid up.
"Thanks a lot, I owe you one."
"I'm Hoagie."
"Wallaby. Nice to meet ya'!"
--END OF FLASHBACK--
From then on, they became best friends. They felt like they had known each other before. Like they had a connection that kept them together. Nothing broke them up. They were like two peas in a pod, yet they had nothing in common.
Hoagie went to a magnet middle school of technology. He is an extreme genius who knows airplanes well. He hopes to be a pilot some day. Hoagie is going to a magnet high school. Basically, he's not going to Wallaby's high school. His parents have high hopes for the young genius.
Wallaby went to a boarding middle school, and he was going to a public high school. He is going to school with Scott and Willy, so school won't be that bad. The boarding school only allowed children from grades one thought eight, so they were kicked out and forced upon going to a public school.
"So Hoagie," started Wallaby. "How was your trip?"
"It was alright. I actually flew a plane, but it wasn't that special. I got enough airplanes at home to fly. My parents complain about the costs of hardware though."
Wallaby chuckled. "Man, if I had talent like you, my parents wouldn't have to bitch about my anger problem!"
"Have they finally talked to you about it?"
"Yeh'."
"Aww, I knew about it. Hi Scott, Willy!"
"Hrmph!"
Willy nodded a hello.
"How have you two been? It has been a while since we talked."
"We've been JUST FINE!" shouted Scott with frustration.
"Alright, alright," tensed the boy with glasses. "Here is my stop anyway, so I gotta go!"
"Bye Hoagie! Call me tonight!"
"Alright Wallaby, bye!"
Hoagie ran to his destination of the Technology Magnet High School.
"Geez Scott," said Wallaby. "What the heck is your problem?! What do you have against Hoagie?!"
"He is a stupid loser. Why do you hang out with dorks like that! He is nothing like us."
"So?!" shouted Wallaby at the top of his lungs. "You don't know him!"
"Wally!" shouted Willy, calling the blonde by his nickname. "Scott is just jealous, chill."
"JELOUS?! I think NOT!"
Wallaby growled and pinned Scott on the ground. He was about to punch him in the face, but stopped. The blonde got up and stiffened his whole body.
"I'm going to school at my own pace! See you guys later!"
He ran at a quick pace to get away from his two friends.
"Sure," said Scott as he got up and bushed himself off. "There goes your one-liner for today, Willy…"
Willy smirked.
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"That jerk!" Wallaby shouted to himself. "He should leave Hoagie alone! He hasn't done anything to Scott!"
As Wallaby walked up to the front lawn of the public school, a lot of girls were looking at him. Wallaby knew he was known as the "prince" of his middle school. All of the girls went crazy for him. They sighed each time he went down the hallways. The guys were jealous of him, but wouldn't get near Wallaby, considering he would beat them up.
The blonde didn't even look at the girls who had goo-goo eyes for him. He was too mad to care. Wallaby walked up to the steps and went into the school.
He was wondering where to go, considering he didn't have a schedule yet. The hallways were pact. He didn't see one freshman that looked familiar. There were all sophomores, juniors, and seniors.
'Argh!' he thought to himself. 'Where the hell do I get my schedule?!'
He walked around the hallways. There were different cliques everywhere. There were Goths, jocks, dorks, nerds, preppy girls, weirdoes etc... Wallaby knew he didn't fit in with any of these cliques. He just didn't care.
Wallaby was scanning around the hallway, looking for a freshman. He didn't want to ask anyone from the other grades, or else they would pick on him or something. He saw some girls giving him stares, but ignored them.
Then it hit him. He saw someone he felt like he knew. She had long black hair and looked to be Asian, from what he saw looking at her profile. She was wearing a green t-shirt and black pants. He felt as if he knew this girl and has had a special connection with her. It was like Hoagie, but she felt more…important.
He shook off his thoughts and went up to her. He didn't care what grade she was in. He had to at least talk to her.
'Why do my palms feel sweaty?' he thought to himself.
He was right behind the girl. She looked to be talking to another girl that looked to be her age.
He tapped the Asian girl's shoulder. "Um excuse me," asked Wallaby in a choked up voice.
She turned around. It felt like slow motion in Wallaby's point of view.
"Yes?" she asked, smiling at him.
"Do you know where to get the schedules for freshman?"
"Oh! Sure, follow me!" she said grabbing his hand, then pardoned her friend, for she had to help Wallaby.
The boy blushed. She let go of his hand and they started walking.
"So you're a freshman too?" asked the Asian girl.
"Yeh', I am." He paused. "Have I met you before?"
"Not dat I know of," she said in her Asian accent. "But you do seem familiar. Oh well!"
"Yeh'," muttered Wallaby to himself. "I'm Wallaby."
"Kuki! Nice to meet you!"
'Whoa,' thought Wallaby to himself. 'I feel so relaxed around her. I don't feel an ounce of anger within me.'
"Here you go!" said Kuki, showing Wallaby the scheduling room.
"Thanks," he said in a chipper voice.
"No problem! I hafta go to class! See you around Wallaby!"
"Bye Kuki."
He waved to her and saw her leave until he couldn't see her anymore.
'Why does she seem so familiar?'
Wallaby went inside the scheduling room. There was a middle age blonde sitting at one of the tables, with her table labeling last names starting from letter A though G. He went up to her.
"Last name?" she asked with a tired voice.
"Beetles…Wallaby."
She looked and found his name within an instant.
"Welcome to high school kid. Good luck with your four years," she said in a tone down voice. "I need some sleep," she thought out loud.
Wally chuckled then left.
"Let's see," he thought out loud.
SCHEDULE: BEETLES, WALLABY Locker Number: 498 Combo: 39, 9, 43
Period 1, Math Workshop
Period 2, P.E., track
Period 3, English 1-2
Period 4, Basic Art
Period 5, Life Science
Period 6, World History
Period 7, Anger Management
Wally widened his eyes. "Anger management?! No, no, no, no, NO! I will NOT take anger management. This has GOT to be a mistake!"
He marched right back in to the scheduling room, and talked to the blonde lady.
"Excuse me! I did NOT sign up for anger management!" he shouted, causing uproar in the room.
"Sorry kid, but your parents made sure you got in to that class. Plus, by your outbreak just now, you NEED the class," she said toneless once again.
"Go suck a lemon lady!" 'Déjà vu,' he thought to himself.
"Excuse ME?! I will NOT take that tone! I will ignore it for today, since it is your first day. Now, get to math workshop!" she shouted.
The kids and the teachers laughed at him. Math Workshop was the worst level of math to be in. Only morons belong in that class.
Wallaby grumbled and walked out of the room.
'It looks like this is going to be a LONG day…'
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END OF CHAPTER TWO!
Chapter three is coming up soon!