Wallaby entered his art class. He saw many familiar faces. There were mostly freshman in the class. The sophomore, junior, and senior count was very few. The girls were giggling and blushing when they saw Wallaby Beetles walk in the classroom.
The boy grabbed any random seat he could. He laid his head on his arms that crossed over each other on his desk.
"That's Wallaby Beetles!" A girl he knew whispered. "He was known as the middle school prince!"
The girls sighed.
"What a hottie!" One of them whispered.
The blonde boy rolled his eyes and gave a grumble. He saw someone he knew walk in the door. It was Nigel Uno. Wallaby waved to him, motioning for Nigel to sit next to him. He did as instructed.
"Hey Nigel!"
Nigel nodded "Wallaby."
They were talking for a minute until Scott walked in. Scott glared at Nigel and Wallaby. The black haired boy sat by himself on the opposite side of the classroom.
"What's his problem?" whispered Nigel.
"I dunno. He is always jealous of the new friends I make. Oh! Speaking of new friends-"
RING!!!!
The final bell rang for class and the art teacher came out. He looked extremely muscular, wearing a collared shirt with a tie, and fancy pants. He wore shoes that shined so much; one could see their reflection.
"ALL RIGHT TROOPS!"
The whole class jolted.
"I mean STUDENTS! Welcome to BASIC ART! Here, you will LEARN TO DRAW, and you will LIKE IT! If you don't, I'll MAKE YOU like it!
'Was this guy in the army or what?' Wallaby thought to himself.
"Excuse me sir?" asked one of the girls.
"The NAME is Mr. LONGHORN!"
The whole class snickered.
"SILENCE!"
"Longhorn?!" exclaimed Wallaby. "More like Looneyhorn!"
The girls chuckled purposely to get Wallaby's attention. Nigel gave him a look.
Longhorn noticed what Wallaby said and marched slowly over to his desk. Wallaby gave a gulp of nervousness.
Longhorn hovered over the blonde.
"What is your name SHORTY?"
"Beetles, sir," he said with a smirk.
"A smart-ass, eh? Now state your REAL name!"
The whole class gasped.
"SILENCE! Haven't you CHILDREN heard a CURSE WORD before?!"
The whole class became silent.
"I said my name! Beetles! Wallaby Beetles! Look it up if yeh' have ta'!" he said with attitude
"That's ok shorty. And anyway, YOU'RE on my bad side right now, just so you KNOW!"
"Um, excuse me Mr. Longhorn? You never answered my question."
"STATE YOUR BUSINESS GIRLY!" Longhorn beamed at the girl.
"Um," she said quivering. "Um…"
"YES?!"
She looked as if she was going to cry. "The other art teachers are um… more peaceful and um…um… I don't know!" She started crying. Her other friends comforted her.
"Well girly," started the teacher. "The school board had ENOUGH P.E. teachers, so I was ASSIGNED to this god forsaken class! At least I can DO basic art!"
As the girl continued crying, the teacher told the class his introduction. Longhorn was talking about rules and obeying them more than what they were going to learn.
The bell rang forty minutes later, and students were racing out of the door. Wally and Nigel were two of them.
"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Nigel. "What the hell was up with that teacher? He was exploding his words every sentence he spoke!"
"Yeh', so much of an art teacher he is. I've had worse back in my boarding school days."
"Boarding school, eh?"
"Yeh'. My boarding school lasted until eight grade. That's why I'm in a public high school."
"Well Wallaby. I'll tell you something. Art is not going to be an easy A."
"Unfortunately." Wallaby paused. "I have life science next. How about you?"
"Biology."
"Geez Nigel. You and your hard classes!"
"My parents want the best for me." Nigel gave a sigh.
They walked on to their next class. Biology was next door to Wallaby's life science class.
"See you at lunch," said Wallaby.
"Yeah, bye!"
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Life Science was a bore for Wallaby. No one he knew was in that class, accept a couple of girls who did their usual admiring from a distance. The teacher explained all that they were going to learn and the bell rang for lunch.
Wallaby was the first to get out to meet Nigel. He waited for him about a minute. Nigel came out, and they walked together to the secret hallway.
"There is no one at the secret hallway. Plus, there is someone I want to get away from," said Nigel with a bit of fear in his voice.
"Who?"
"Unfortunately, you may find out soon." Nigel gave a sigh.
Wallaby shrugged.
They ran to the cafeteria to buy their innutritious lunches. It took about five minutes to get their food, and then they rushed to the secret hallway. It looked deserted. No one was around. The hallway was filled with pure emptiness. It was where the boiler room was located.
They saw Kuki sitting and reading sheet music.
Wallaby beamed with happiness when he saw her. "So how's band?" shouted Wallaby from afar, having an echo occur.
Kuki put her music down and waved at the two boys. They went to where she was sitting and sat down.
"My teacher sucks, but at least we went to da music right away. We're going to be marching! Come and watch us perform sometime."
Wally smiled. "Sure."
They started to eat their lunches. Kuki was eating rice and beef, while Wallaby and Nigel were eating the terrible cafeteria food.
"So Kuki," asked Nigel.
Kuki tilted her head.
"Did you get a strange feeling when you met Wallaby and I?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "I did! It was as if I knew you guys before."
"Yeah," said Wallaby. "We all had that feeling. There is someone else too. We became friends a year ago, and we had the same feeling. His name is Hoagie Gillian. Have ya' guys heard of him?"
"No," said Nigel.
Kuki shrugged.
"And that Abigail Lincoln girl I saw today," said Nigel. "It was too bad she wasn't in anymore of my classes. I would have asked her to join us."
"I'm going to call Hoagie when I get home from school. I'll tell him about you guys, and we'll meet up."
"Wait," said Nigel after swallowing his food. "We can all get each others screen names, so we can get more privacy."
"Don't we have enough privacy here?" asked Kuki.
Nigel gave a nervous face. "There is someone I'm trying to avoid."
Kuki and Wallaby stared at each other, wondering what Nigel was so scared about. Nigel got out a piece of paper and a pen.
"Here," said Nigel. "Write down your screen names. I'll message you all later."
"Aright," said Wallaby and Kuki at the same time.
They both put down their screen names for Nigel. He gave them his names, and Wallaby and Kuki exchanged theirs.
"I'll get Hoagie to join."
"And I'll get Abigail's name tomorrow."
For the rest of lunchtime, they all spoke about random subjects. They were all comfortable around each other, as if they have been friends forever.
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The bell rang to get to class forty minutes later. Wallaby had world history, while Nigel had English. Kuki had life science. They all waved goodbye to each other.
Wallaby walked the hallways, looking for his World History class. He hated history. It was one of his worst subjects. There was more reading and writing to do, and students learned about boring people.
Wallaby walked in to his history class. His teacher was a guy. He looked to be around his middle ages. The teacher assigned Wallaby's seat. Scott was in his History class, and he sat next to Wallaby.
'What luck,' Wallaby thought to himself.
"So," said Scott in a cocky tone. "Where were you at lunch today? Willy and I missed you."
"I had some important things to do today. Willy understands," said Wallaby looking a bit raged. "Please Scott," said Wallaby, looking at the chalkboard. "Not here. Not now."
"Whatever you say, kiddo," smirked Scott.
"Don't call me that," clenched Wallaby.
The final bell rang just as Scott was about to respond.
The teacher spoke to the class without an introduction. He just piled them with work. The whole class groaned. They were learning the renaissance.
"Oh goody," muttered Wallaby sarcastically. "A review of seventh grade…"
The blonde was thinking about his next class more than his lesson. He didn't want to go to anger management. It was a stupid class that had the students talk about their feelings.
Wallaby unconsciously rolled his eyes.
The bell rang and he walked slowly to his next class.
'Where the hell is room 521?!' he asked himself.
Wallaby saw a teacher and went up to her.
"Excuse me," he asked.
"Yes?"
"Do yeh' know where room 521 is?"
"Sure. It is down those two halls in the counseling area."
Wallaby grinned nervously.
'Great… Counseling…' he thought to himself. "Thank you."
With that, he walked slowly to his next class.
The counseling hallway was very small. There was a tutoring room, a peer mediation room, and an anger management room.
"Great," he said to himself. "Room 521."
With that, he walked in.
There were about eight students in the classroom. They all looked like thugs and jocks to Wallaby. They probably were. He saw two empty seats in the room and sat down in one of them. Wallaby started zoning out.
"No! I don't belong here! Abigail doesn't have an anger problem!"
Wallaby looked to the front of the room.
"You were assigned here, so get in!" shouted one of the councilors.
"No! Why don't you understand?! Abigail doesn't NEED this class!"
'Abigail,' thought Wallaby to himself. 'This must be the Abigail Nigel was talking about. I get that feeling from her.'
Abigail was almost literally kicked in the classroom. She saw the empty seat next to Wallaby and sat there.
"You don't need this class, eh?" he asked, smirking.
"Abigail doesn't, but I bet you do. I saw you today. You were about to punch the lights out of that kid."
"I was NOT!"
Abigail smirked.
"Alright," Wallaby said, feeling defeated. "Maybe I was."
"Huh, huh," said one of the kids in the class. "That was pretty cool kid."
Wallaby ignored him. "Do you know Nigel Uno?"
"Yes," said Abigail. "He was staring at Abigail all weird-like."
"I know why he was looking at you that way."
Abigail cocked her head to the side.
"Did you get this weird feeling when you saw him? And when you saw me?"
Abigail widened her eyes. "Yeah. I have it. What is it?"
"We're not sure. I have had the feeling with three people today including Nigel and you. There is someone else outside of this school too. We feel as if-"
RING!!!
"We'll discuss this after school," whispered Wallaby.
"Welcome to anger management class. I am Ms. Weinstein," said a petite teacher in her twenties. She seemed calm and was a teacher in training.
"I don't belong in this class!" exclaimed Abigail. "It was a mistake!"
"We all feel as if we don't belong," said the teacher, as if she were talking to three year olds. "That is why we are here. To control our anger." She paused. "Can you say anger?"
No one spoke.
"I'm doing this wrong, aren't I?" she asked her mentor, who was in the back of the room. He looked to be husky bald man. All of the students cringed when they took a glance at him. His face expression was just plain freaky.
Her mentor nodded. "They aren't babies!" he shouted across the room.
"Alright then. Let's all form a circle and introduce ourselves."
Everyone groaned, got up from their seats, and formed a circle in the classroom.
"Say your name and why you're in here. How about you go first?" the teacher asked a very tall and muscular guy.
"The name is Butch. Butch Harlem. I get in to rage attacks when I am around the football team."
"You next," she said to Wallaby.
"Do I hafta?!" he asked some-what irritated.
"Yes, now speak."
Wallaby gave a sigh. "Wallaby Beetles. I was put in here by my parents because they think I can't control my anger."
Everyone sniggered. "We all saw what you did in the cafeteria," said a sophomore.
"Aww shaddup!"
"Now, now, children. What happened?"
"Wallaby Beetles was about to punch out a kid until his GIRLFRIEND stopped him," said the same kid.
Wallaby got up from his seat with his fists clenched. "She is NOT my girlfriend!"
"Mister Beetles, sit down now please."
The anger started to fade from Wallaby as he sat back on his seat.
"It seems that you have a troubled case here," said Weinstein.
"Next person," she said to the girl with long black braded hair.
"Abigail Lincoln. I got in here because it was a mistake! Abigail is supposed to be on the tennis team!"
"Now, Abigail. First take off your hat."
Abigail cringed and took off her red cap.
"You have an issue here. You're in denial. This "third person" speaking is a problem here."
"Abigail has always spoken in third person!" she shouted.
"Next person…"
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The class went though basic introductions, and she went over what they were going to accomplish during the year. The bell rang to get out of school. Wallaby and Abigail were the last to leave the class.
"Excuse me you two," said Weinstein.
They looked at her.
The teacher gave a glare. "You two are my most important cases here, so I'm watching out for you guys."
"Whateva'," Abigail and Wallaby said in chorus. They laughed and left the classroom.
"Man!" exclaimed Wallaby as they walked down the hallway. "That teacher is a hardcore bitch!"
"Yeah. Abigail thinks she doesn't know what she's talking about half the time."
Wallaby chuckled.
Pause.
"Oh!" said Abigail. "I hafta go to my locker. Wanna join?"
"Sure. I gotta talk to you about something. We got interrupted at the bell."
"Oh yeah. So what is this familiar feeling that Abigail has?"
They got to Abigail's locker. She entered her combination and opened it.
"We don't know. We think we have known each other before, or something. Here," said Wallaby, as he got out a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote down his screen name.
"What's this?"
"We're going to have an online chat tonight so we can get more privacy."
"Nigel is going to be on, right?"
"Yeh', and Kuki too. Hopefully my friend Hoagie will join us. He connects to this as well. Do those names ring a bell?"
"No. Sorry."
She closed her locker.
"It's alright. You'll have to see 'em to know. Oh crud!"
"What?"
"I hafta buy my P.E clothes."
"That sucks. I have P.E. as well. If Abigail were on the tennis team, she wouldn't have to buy the stupid clothes. I'll come with you."
They walked from Abigail's locker, all of the way to the student store. The line was pact. There were freshman everywhere. Wallaby saw Nigel and Willy waiting in line. Wallaby grabbed Abigail and they joined the two.
"I'm glad you and Willy are becoming friends," Wallaby said, getting Nigel's attention.
He turned his head. "Hello Wallaby," said Nigel, and then looked to see who was next to him. "Abigail. Hello."
"Hey boss!"
Everyone stared at her strangely.
"Whoa," she said to herself. "Déjà vu… I don't know where that came from."
Everyone was silent. The only sound around was the freshman getting their P.E. clothes.
Ten minutes later, they got their P.E. clothes. Willy had to get home, so he waved them farewell. The trio sat down at the nearest table.
"There has to be some sort of connection between us!" exclaimed Wallaby.
"Yeah," said the girl in the red cap. "Why else would I call Nigel boss…?"
"You got her screen name, right?"
"No," said Abigail writing her screen name on Wallaby's hand.
"I told her about the chat."
"I'll talk to my friend Hoagie tonight."
"Alright, let's all do our homework first, then chat at 9. Got it team?"
"Yes!" they said at the same time.
All three of them laughed.
"Now where did that come from?" Nigel exclaimed while still laughing.
"I don't know. See yeh' Nigel!" said Wallaby.
Nigel and Abigail were left alone to talk about their history class.
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End of chapter 4! I have never been to anger management class, so I'm making this up as I go along. Please review! Chapter 5 is coming up soon.
The boy grabbed any random seat he could. He laid his head on his arms that crossed over each other on his desk.
"That's Wallaby Beetles!" A girl he knew whispered. "He was known as the middle school prince!"
The girls sighed.
"What a hottie!" One of them whispered.
The blonde boy rolled his eyes and gave a grumble. He saw someone he knew walk in the door. It was Nigel Uno. Wallaby waved to him, motioning for Nigel to sit next to him. He did as instructed.
"Hey Nigel!"
Nigel nodded "Wallaby."
They were talking for a minute until Scott walked in. Scott glared at Nigel and Wallaby. The black haired boy sat by himself on the opposite side of the classroom.
"What's his problem?" whispered Nigel.
"I dunno. He is always jealous of the new friends I make. Oh! Speaking of new friends-"
RING!!!!
The final bell rang for class and the art teacher came out. He looked extremely muscular, wearing a collared shirt with a tie, and fancy pants. He wore shoes that shined so much; one could see their reflection.
"ALL RIGHT TROOPS!"
The whole class jolted.
"I mean STUDENTS! Welcome to BASIC ART! Here, you will LEARN TO DRAW, and you will LIKE IT! If you don't, I'll MAKE YOU like it!
'Was this guy in the army or what?' Wallaby thought to himself.
"Excuse me sir?" asked one of the girls.
"The NAME is Mr. LONGHORN!"
The whole class snickered.
"SILENCE!"
"Longhorn?!" exclaimed Wallaby. "More like Looneyhorn!"
The girls chuckled purposely to get Wallaby's attention. Nigel gave him a look.
Longhorn noticed what Wallaby said and marched slowly over to his desk. Wallaby gave a gulp of nervousness.
Longhorn hovered over the blonde.
"What is your name SHORTY?"
"Beetles, sir," he said with a smirk.
"A smart-ass, eh? Now state your REAL name!"
The whole class gasped.
"SILENCE! Haven't you CHILDREN heard a CURSE WORD before?!"
The whole class became silent.
"I said my name! Beetles! Wallaby Beetles! Look it up if yeh' have ta'!" he said with attitude
"That's ok shorty. And anyway, YOU'RE on my bad side right now, just so you KNOW!"
"Um, excuse me Mr. Longhorn? You never answered my question."
"STATE YOUR BUSINESS GIRLY!" Longhorn beamed at the girl.
"Um," she said quivering. "Um…"
"YES?!"
She looked as if she was going to cry. "The other art teachers are um… more peaceful and um…um… I don't know!" She started crying. Her other friends comforted her.
"Well girly," started the teacher. "The school board had ENOUGH P.E. teachers, so I was ASSIGNED to this god forsaken class! At least I can DO basic art!"
As the girl continued crying, the teacher told the class his introduction. Longhorn was talking about rules and obeying them more than what they were going to learn.
The bell rang forty minutes later, and students were racing out of the door. Wally and Nigel were two of them.
"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Nigel. "What the hell was up with that teacher? He was exploding his words every sentence he spoke!"
"Yeh', so much of an art teacher he is. I've had worse back in my boarding school days."
"Boarding school, eh?"
"Yeh'. My boarding school lasted until eight grade. That's why I'm in a public high school."
"Well Wallaby. I'll tell you something. Art is not going to be an easy A."
"Unfortunately." Wallaby paused. "I have life science next. How about you?"
"Biology."
"Geez Nigel. You and your hard classes!"
"My parents want the best for me." Nigel gave a sigh.
They walked on to their next class. Biology was next door to Wallaby's life science class.
"See you at lunch," said Wallaby.
"Yeah, bye!"
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Life Science was a bore for Wallaby. No one he knew was in that class, accept a couple of girls who did their usual admiring from a distance. The teacher explained all that they were going to learn and the bell rang for lunch.
Wallaby was the first to get out to meet Nigel. He waited for him about a minute. Nigel came out, and they walked together to the secret hallway.
"There is no one at the secret hallway. Plus, there is someone I want to get away from," said Nigel with a bit of fear in his voice.
"Who?"
"Unfortunately, you may find out soon." Nigel gave a sigh.
Wallaby shrugged.
They ran to the cafeteria to buy their innutritious lunches. It took about five minutes to get their food, and then they rushed to the secret hallway. It looked deserted. No one was around. The hallway was filled with pure emptiness. It was where the boiler room was located.
They saw Kuki sitting and reading sheet music.
Wallaby beamed with happiness when he saw her. "So how's band?" shouted Wallaby from afar, having an echo occur.
Kuki put her music down and waved at the two boys. They went to where she was sitting and sat down.
"My teacher sucks, but at least we went to da music right away. We're going to be marching! Come and watch us perform sometime."
Wally smiled. "Sure."
They started to eat their lunches. Kuki was eating rice and beef, while Wallaby and Nigel were eating the terrible cafeteria food.
"So Kuki," asked Nigel.
Kuki tilted her head.
"Did you get a strange feeling when you met Wallaby and I?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "I did! It was as if I knew you guys before."
"Yeah," said Wallaby. "We all had that feeling. There is someone else too. We became friends a year ago, and we had the same feeling. His name is Hoagie Gillian. Have ya' guys heard of him?"
"No," said Nigel.
Kuki shrugged.
"And that Abigail Lincoln girl I saw today," said Nigel. "It was too bad she wasn't in anymore of my classes. I would have asked her to join us."
"I'm going to call Hoagie when I get home from school. I'll tell him about you guys, and we'll meet up."
"Wait," said Nigel after swallowing his food. "We can all get each others screen names, so we can get more privacy."
"Don't we have enough privacy here?" asked Kuki.
Nigel gave a nervous face. "There is someone I'm trying to avoid."
Kuki and Wallaby stared at each other, wondering what Nigel was so scared about. Nigel got out a piece of paper and a pen.
"Here," said Nigel. "Write down your screen names. I'll message you all later."
"Aright," said Wallaby and Kuki at the same time.
They both put down their screen names for Nigel. He gave them his names, and Wallaby and Kuki exchanged theirs.
"I'll get Hoagie to join."
"And I'll get Abigail's name tomorrow."
For the rest of lunchtime, they all spoke about random subjects. They were all comfortable around each other, as if they have been friends forever.
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The bell rang to get to class forty minutes later. Wallaby had world history, while Nigel had English. Kuki had life science. They all waved goodbye to each other.
Wallaby walked the hallways, looking for his World History class. He hated history. It was one of his worst subjects. There was more reading and writing to do, and students learned about boring people.
Wallaby walked in to his history class. His teacher was a guy. He looked to be around his middle ages. The teacher assigned Wallaby's seat. Scott was in his History class, and he sat next to Wallaby.
'What luck,' Wallaby thought to himself.
"So," said Scott in a cocky tone. "Where were you at lunch today? Willy and I missed you."
"I had some important things to do today. Willy understands," said Wallaby looking a bit raged. "Please Scott," said Wallaby, looking at the chalkboard. "Not here. Not now."
"Whatever you say, kiddo," smirked Scott.
"Don't call me that," clenched Wallaby.
The final bell rang just as Scott was about to respond.
The teacher spoke to the class without an introduction. He just piled them with work. The whole class groaned. They were learning the renaissance.
"Oh goody," muttered Wallaby sarcastically. "A review of seventh grade…"
The blonde was thinking about his next class more than his lesson. He didn't want to go to anger management. It was a stupid class that had the students talk about their feelings.
Wallaby unconsciously rolled his eyes.
The bell rang and he walked slowly to his next class.
'Where the hell is room 521?!' he asked himself.
Wallaby saw a teacher and went up to her.
"Excuse me," he asked.
"Yes?"
"Do yeh' know where room 521 is?"
"Sure. It is down those two halls in the counseling area."
Wallaby grinned nervously.
'Great… Counseling…' he thought to himself. "Thank you."
With that, he walked slowly to his next class.
The counseling hallway was very small. There was a tutoring room, a peer mediation room, and an anger management room.
"Great," he said to himself. "Room 521."
With that, he walked in.
There were about eight students in the classroom. They all looked like thugs and jocks to Wallaby. They probably were. He saw two empty seats in the room and sat down in one of them. Wallaby started zoning out.
"No! I don't belong here! Abigail doesn't have an anger problem!"
Wallaby looked to the front of the room.
"You were assigned here, so get in!" shouted one of the councilors.
"No! Why don't you understand?! Abigail doesn't NEED this class!"
'Abigail,' thought Wallaby to himself. 'This must be the Abigail Nigel was talking about. I get that feeling from her.'
Abigail was almost literally kicked in the classroom. She saw the empty seat next to Wallaby and sat there.
"You don't need this class, eh?" he asked, smirking.
"Abigail doesn't, but I bet you do. I saw you today. You were about to punch the lights out of that kid."
"I was NOT!"
Abigail smirked.
"Alright," Wallaby said, feeling defeated. "Maybe I was."
"Huh, huh," said one of the kids in the class. "That was pretty cool kid."
Wallaby ignored him. "Do you know Nigel Uno?"
"Yes," said Abigail. "He was staring at Abigail all weird-like."
"I know why he was looking at you that way."
Abigail cocked her head to the side.
"Did you get this weird feeling when you saw him? And when you saw me?"
Abigail widened her eyes. "Yeah. I have it. What is it?"
"We're not sure. I have had the feeling with three people today including Nigel and you. There is someone else outside of this school too. We feel as if-"
RING!!!
"We'll discuss this after school," whispered Wallaby.
"Welcome to anger management class. I am Ms. Weinstein," said a petite teacher in her twenties. She seemed calm and was a teacher in training.
"I don't belong in this class!" exclaimed Abigail. "It was a mistake!"
"We all feel as if we don't belong," said the teacher, as if she were talking to three year olds. "That is why we are here. To control our anger." She paused. "Can you say anger?"
No one spoke.
"I'm doing this wrong, aren't I?" she asked her mentor, who was in the back of the room. He looked to be husky bald man. All of the students cringed when they took a glance at him. His face expression was just plain freaky.
Her mentor nodded. "They aren't babies!" he shouted across the room.
"Alright then. Let's all form a circle and introduce ourselves."
Everyone groaned, got up from their seats, and formed a circle in the classroom.
"Say your name and why you're in here. How about you go first?" the teacher asked a very tall and muscular guy.
"The name is Butch. Butch Harlem. I get in to rage attacks when I am around the football team."
"You next," she said to Wallaby.
"Do I hafta?!" he asked some-what irritated.
"Yes, now speak."
Wallaby gave a sigh. "Wallaby Beetles. I was put in here by my parents because they think I can't control my anger."
Everyone sniggered. "We all saw what you did in the cafeteria," said a sophomore.
"Aww shaddup!"
"Now, now, children. What happened?"
"Wallaby Beetles was about to punch out a kid until his GIRLFRIEND stopped him," said the same kid.
Wallaby got up from his seat with his fists clenched. "She is NOT my girlfriend!"
"Mister Beetles, sit down now please."
The anger started to fade from Wallaby as he sat back on his seat.
"It seems that you have a troubled case here," said Weinstein.
"Next person," she said to the girl with long black braded hair.
"Abigail Lincoln. I got in here because it was a mistake! Abigail is supposed to be on the tennis team!"
"Now, Abigail. First take off your hat."
Abigail cringed and took off her red cap.
"You have an issue here. You're in denial. This "third person" speaking is a problem here."
"Abigail has always spoken in third person!" she shouted.
"Next person…"
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The class went though basic introductions, and she went over what they were going to accomplish during the year. The bell rang to get out of school. Wallaby and Abigail were the last to leave the class.
"Excuse me you two," said Weinstein.
They looked at her.
The teacher gave a glare. "You two are my most important cases here, so I'm watching out for you guys."
"Whateva'," Abigail and Wallaby said in chorus. They laughed and left the classroom.
"Man!" exclaimed Wallaby as they walked down the hallway. "That teacher is a hardcore bitch!"
"Yeah. Abigail thinks she doesn't know what she's talking about half the time."
Wallaby chuckled.
Pause.
"Oh!" said Abigail. "I hafta go to my locker. Wanna join?"
"Sure. I gotta talk to you about something. We got interrupted at the bell."
"Oh yeah. So what is this familiar feeling that Abigail has?"
They got to Abigail's locker. She entered her combination and opened it.
"We don't know. We think we have known each other before, or something. Here," said Wallaby, as he got out a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote down his screen name.
"What's this?"
"We're going to have an online chat tonight so we can get more privacy."
"Nigel is going to be on, right?"
"Yeh', and Kuki too. Hopefully my friend Hoagie will join us. He connects to this as well. Do those names ring a bell?"
"No. Sorry."
She closed her locker.
"It's alright. You'll have to see 'em to know. Oh crud!"
"What?"
"I hafta buy my P.E clothes."
"That sucks. I have P.E. as well. If Abigail were on the tennis team, she wouldn't have to buy the stupid clothes. I'll come with you."
They walked from Abigail's locker, all of the way to the student store. The line was pact. There were freshman everywhere. Wallaby saw Nigel and Willy waiting in line. Wallaby grabbed Abigail and they joined the two.
"I'm glad you and Willy are becoming friends," Wallaby said, getting Nigel's attention.
He turned his head. "Hello Wallaby," said Nigel, and then looked to see who was next to him. "Abigail. Hello."
"Hey boss!"
Everyone stared at her strangely.
"Whoa," she said to herself. "Déjà vu… I don't know where that came from."
Everyone was silent. The only sound around was the freshman getting their P.E. clothes.
Ten minutes later, they got their P.E. clothes. Willy had to get home, so he waved them farewell. The trio sat down at the nearest table.
"There has to be some sort of connection between us!" exclaimed Wallaby.
"Yeah," said the girl in the red cap. "Why else would I call Nigel boss…?"
"You got her screen name, right?"
"No," said Abigail writing her screen name on Wallaby's hand.
"I told her about the chat."
"I'll talk to my friend Hoagie tonight."
"Alright, let's all do our homework first, then chat at 9. Got it team?"
"Yes!" they said at the same time.
All three of them laughed.
"Now where did that come from?" Nigel exclaimed while still laughing.
"I don't know. See yeh' Nigel!" said Wallaby.
Nigel and Abigail were left alone to talk about their history class.
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End of chapter 4! I have never been to anger management class, so I'm making this up as I go along. Please review! Chapter 5 is coming up soon.