THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF SUICIDE AND "ILLEGAL ACTIVITY". YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

Ugh! Fridays. My last favorite day of the week. Usually, people would be excited for it being Friday, as kids get out of school for two days, and parents get out of work. You see, every Friday, in every class, we get a pop quiz, half the time on stuff we never learn. Wait, did we learn those things? Maybe I wasn't paying attention. Worst of all, those quizzes are worth 20% of my grade. Which might explain why I'm a C-average student.

I walk into homeroom as usual and sit down, dreading yet another "Pop Quiz Friday". I throw my bag on the floor and drop my head on my desk.

Keith leans over, and whispers, "You okay, Johnny?".

I groan, unable to process simple English. The teacher walks in.

"Alright, class. Please welcome our new student, Owen Sinclair." he says. "He moved here from Mississauga!"

"OWEN?!" Keith says, shooting up from his chair.

"K-Keith?!" The two run to each other in slow motion, almost like a scene from one of those sappy rom-coms.

"I haven't seen you since John Fraser Secondary School!" Owen says.

What the HELL is secondary school?!

Keith and Owen sit down. The teacher gives everyone a pop quiz, except Owen.

"Why doesn't Owen get one?" I ask.

"Because Owen is new Johnathan." the teacher says, nonchalant.

After what seems like a century, school ends, and I go to my locker. Owen appears out of nowhere.

"Thanks for sticking up for me at lunch. You didn't need to do that, especially since I'm new." he says.

Oh, right. Some upperclassman was making fun of Owen for his accent, which isn't even noticeable. Canadians don't have a much an accent as portrayed in real life.

"The way you gave that hoser a wicked wedgie!"

I slam my locker shut. "Me and Keith usually go to Tim Hortons for coffee and donuts. You want to tag along?" I ask. You know, as an empty gesture.

"Sure. I love me some Timmies! I'm gonna get myself a double-doube and a box of Timbits!"

Great.

The three of us go to Tim Hortons, Owen gets his 'double-double' (which I guess is just coffee with two creams and two sugars), and his Timbits. Keith and I get our usual, a regular decaf, and two double chocolate donuts, each.

Afterwards, we each head to our homes. I walk inside and head upstairs to my room. I riffle through my backpack, and find a piece of paper from the school.

It says, "Join us for a night of FUN! Porkbelly High School's 5th annual 'Lock-In'! Friday night, 4PM to Saturday morning 10AM! Socialize, party, games, movies, and so much more! All for free!"

I completely forgot about that. But it's too late now, as there's a babysitter waiting downstairs.

"HEY, TWERP! I'M RICKY, YOUR BABYSITTER!" Ricky says.

"I know who you are, Ricky!" I say.

"WHATEVER! YOU AND YOUR DUMB CANADIAN FRIEND BETTER STAY OUT OF MY HAIR TONIGHT!" He says.

"It's gonna be hard, when your hair is, what, 20 feet long?" I say. Ricky growls.

"JUST... GO TO YOUR ROOM, TWERP!" Ricky yells. You know, Ricky reminds me of a character from a cartoon I watched growing up. What was her name? It doesn't matter.

I go up to my room and open my window.

"This is gonna hurt... Again." I jump down, landing in some bushes.

"Hey, Johnny bruh!" Gil says. "Ricky is babysitting you again, huh?"

He remembers Ricky's name, but he still can't get my sisters names right. Speaking of which, why can't my sisters watch me? Sure, they've almost killed me, but they're reliable.

"Yeah. Hey, I gotta run, nice seeing you again, Gil!"

I run to school. Never in a million years would I have thought I'd be this excited to go to school.

"You hear for the lock-in?" Mr. Berger asks.

"Yep." I say. I enter the auditorium. The only others I see are Keith, Owen, James (nerd), and a few hot girls.

"This is everyone?!" I say. Mr. Berger steps next to me.

"Yep." he says. "I told my son, Markus, that he was gonna come, because i couldn't trust him home alone. He started screaming, poured gasoline all over himself, and set himself on fire before jumping out a three story window."

Uhmmmm... okay. So apparently Mr. Berger's son just straight-up committed suicide to avoid human interaction.

"Well, I'm gonna go do nothing and leave a group of teenage kids unsupervised." Mr. Berger says, walking off.

"Hey, Johnny, come here!" Keith whispers.

I run over to Keith and Owen, where they have a large tote.

"Owen went to Walmart and got a few two-fours." Keith whispers, pulling a 24-pack of beer out of the tote.

"BEER! THAT COULD GET US IN TROUBLE!" I shout.

"Relax, dumbass! Mr. Berger is the only adult, and, hell, he doesn't even want to be here!" Owen says.

I don't argue anymore. Instead, I walk over to the group of girls. The only one I recognize is Alana. She's the least hottest of the group.

"What do you want, loser?!" Alana shouts.

"Says the negative 5 IQ, flat-chested, no-breasted, no-talented, wannabe Spice Girl!" I retort. She jumps up and storms over to me.

"The fuck you say to me, you little turd!" she yells.

I scoff. "You heard me. Negative TEN IQ. Flat-chested. No-breasted. No-talented. Spice Girl wannabe. Bitch!"

Alana runs off crying.

"Oh, and a crybaby!" I call out.

Alana's friends get up.

"You're a dick!" one of them says.

"Hey, Johnny... call me!" The other one says.

I blush.

"Woah, Johnny! Way to stand up to Alana!" Owen laughs.

I don't respond. I can't help but feel bad for everything I said to her. Did I overreact?

Now it's just me, Keith, Owen, and that weird James kid who never speaks.

Owen pulls his phone out his pocket.

"Want to watch a movie?" Owen says. "I downloaded 'Mean Girls'!"

"Legally, right?" Keith asks.

"I wouldn't pirate! You wouldn't download a car, would you?"

Keith doesn't respond. Owen plays the movie.

About an hour goes by.

"Hey I'm gonna head to the bathroom real quick." I say. When I return, the movie is almost over.

"Dude, what took so long?" Keith asks.

"Well...I started thinking of Alana's sexy friend, Devyn, and I.. had to take care of business." I chuckle.

"It took you 30 minutes to...nevermimd." Owen sighs. It's 9:45. Normally I'd be getting ready for bed right now. I'm not tired.

"You guys want to investigate the school? We might find a secret!" I ask. Keith and Owen agree and the three of us walk off, while James stays by himself.

We enter Principal Davis' office. Keith looks at his computer.

"You guys don't think this is an invasion of privacy?" He asks. "Nah!"

Owen is looking on the drawers, while I'm looking at the computer with Keith.

"You guys might want to see this!" Owen yells. We quickly turn around to see what Owen found.

"That's a photo of Devyn... and she's nearly naked!" I shout.

"You don't think Principal Davis is a pedo?!" Owen asks.

I shake my head. "No."

Owen takes the picture and hands it to me. Owen pulls out a scrapbook, which has a bunch of suggestive photos of young girls.

"This is just sick!" Owen says, turning to face us.

"I can't believe this! I'm calling the police!" Keith exclaims.

A few moments later, we exit the principals office.

"So, is Principal Davis getting arrested?" Owen asks.

"No." Keith responds. "Not until we bring the evidence to the police."

The next morning, we head to the exit. We get stopped by Mr. Berger.

"You're not going anywhere!" Mr. Berger yells.

"What do you want, Mr. Berger?!" Owen says, exasperatedly.

"Oh, I'm not Mr. Berger! I'm..." he begins removing his mask. "Stupid mask! Maddox!!!"

"WHAT!" I shout.

TO BE CONTINUED