Chapter 4

The English teacher's name was Mr. Poopadakolis, but everyone just calls him Poop because he always smells like old moldy socks that were dipped in raw sewerage and covered in sour milk. 'Poop' noticed that Troy and Ryan were talking about something other than War and Peace, so he walked over to Ryan's desk and slammed a textbook on the desk. They stopped talking, but Poop was steaming with anger. "DENTENATION!" Poop yelled at both of them.

"Don't you mean detention?" Troy asked.

"TWO HOURS BOLTON! AS FOR YOU SISSY ACTING BOY, THREE DAYS!" Poop roared.

"Are you serious?" Ryan asked, frightened by Poop. As they forgot, Poop also liked to play tricks on his students.

"Naw, I'm just kidding. Just please stop talking," Poop smiled walking back to his desk with a swarm of flies buzzing around his body. He opened one of his desk drawers and started eating a moldy baked potato. The whole class shuddered and looked away. Twenty minutes passed, and Ryan and Troy were back in the hallway.

"Now about your problem," Troy began.

"Could you help me? It's just been so hard without Drama Club to give me creds for colleges," Ryan frowned.

"Come over my house after practice, you can just come to watch us and see how it's done," Troy smiled.

"Okay. Thanks Troy, for everything," Ryan said walking away straightening the pink hat he was wearing. Tory laughed to himself and walked in the other direction.

"This has to stop!" Sharpay yelled behind Troy.

"Excuse me?" Troy growled turning back to see Sharpay. Jennifer, the nerdy hip hop girl, covered her face in her binder to avoid seeing the altercation between Sharpay and Troy.

"There's another way to handle this," Gabriella beaconed running towards them.

"Handle what?" Troy asked.

"Ryan," they both replied.