The final bell of the day had rung and Lincoln and his friends who apart from Clyde he considered to be cringy had walked out together. As they turned a corner, they ran into who else but Lincoln's girlfriend, Jordan RosieO'Donnell.

"Oh great. What're you doing here? shouldn't you be slagging it out at the whore house?" Lincoln said as Clyde threw a penny at her and commanded her to dance for him.

"Shut the fuck up, Lincoln. Do you know that your pedophile grandfather has been gawking at the swimming team yet again?" she asked in outrage as she was on the swimming team maybe idk I don't watch the show lol. "The fat bastard has been dragged into the principal's office while they wait for the police to take his ass away, hopefully to the electric chair."

Lincoln frowned. He knew his grandfather was a piece of filth and deserved slow death but still, he didn't want it to happen just yet.

"Fuck's sake, alright guys I'll see you later I'm going to go try and get my retard grandfather out of dodge. Clyde, you make the drop on your way home, yeah?" Lincoln asked as he passed a small bag of white powder to Clyde who nodded in response.

On his way to the office, Lincoln looked into the classroom to see Mr. Bolhofner still beating the corpse with his gun. "Fucking wacko." Lincoln shouted as he made his way to Principal Ramirez's office.

As he stepped in, he saw a scene that didn't surprise him in the slightest. Principal Ramirez was smacking Albert, desperately trying to escape him as he had his hands wrapped around her throat, strangling the life out of her. "Can't you go ONE day without committing some type of crime you senile goblin?" Lincoln asked as he watched Albert grab a lamp off Ramirez's desk and smack her repeatedly with it.

"Shut up and watch, Lincoln my boy. This is how a pro handles the family business!" Albert said proudly as he squeezed the last gasp of life out of Principal Ramirez.

"I don't know Pop-Pop, that looked like amateur work to me," Lincoln responded as he swept up the broken lamp that Albert had used and put it into a nearby trash can.

"If that was amateur work, my boy, then your work is just a fucking disgrace," Albert said while scratching his massive ass.

"I've told you already, Pop-Pop, I'm not like you or dad pre his anorexic days. I'm not some deranged psycho killer. Have I abused my girlfriend? yeah, but she started it. Have I hit a few people? Yeah, they're still picking up Chandler's teeth as we speak. But a killer? you can fuck right off with that. I'm a drug dealer and that's only to make enough money to get out of this shitty state and away from all of you. This place is fucking cursed I tell you. Just today, I've seen 3 people die and I think my father is also dead. This is not the type of life I want for myself you sex offender pedo." Lincoln spat.

Albert looked down at his grandson with utter disgust at the words but brushed it off as teenage rebellion. "You'll come to your senses eventually, Lincoln my boy. In fact, this weekend, You and the rest of the family can come up to the retirement home and each of you can compete against each other to see who can kill mo-"

"Yeah, fuck right off with that idea old man." Lincoln said as he left the office and headed back into the outside world.

To Be Continued