Ch. 6 Homeroom

I am locker 232 and Jesse is 233 because no one comes between Magathan and McCartney.

"Are you trying out for any sports?" Jesse asked me. "Yeah, cheerleading and track, you?" I asked Jesse back. "Yeah baseball and soccer." Jesse answered sweetly. "Awesome!" I said.

AFTERSCHOOL

The rest of the guys get off at 2:00 and we get out at 2:30. They waited for me and Jesse outside. While walking out one of the guys sitting on a bench started yelling at Jesse.

"YO JESSE COME HERE!" Mark yelled to his friend Jesse. "Sorry dude I can't." Jesse said back to his red headed friend. "Awww…whats wrong scared?" Mark said back in a teasing voice. "No more like grounded." Jesse said flatly. "Awwww…..scared of the rents?" Mark teased back.

I could tell Jesse was about to go after him, and the guys and I dragged him about half way down the block.

"Ok, ok let me go I won't go after that pathetic loser." Jesse pleaded.

We let him go and he sprinted back to school and started beating up Mark. The principal came before Mark could even get a punch in so that meant Jesse was in even more trouble.

JESSE'S POV

The principal pulled me off of Mark and dragged me into his office. At this moment I knew my parents were gonna be involved. He made me sit down and 5 min. later my rents walked in. I immediately knew they pissed off.

"Welcome Mr. and Mrs. McCartney we are here to decide the appropriate punishment for your son Jesse." The principal informed my parents.

I opened my mouth to speak but...

"And the Vice Principal will escort him personally to detention now." The principal said cutting me off.

He dragged me in there... seriously people I CAN WALK WITH OUT YOUR HELP THANK YOU! But I knew a lot worse was to come.

AN HOUR OF DETENTION OVER YES! But now I have to face my incredibly strict rents.

I walked home and tried to sneak up to my room. I got there and closed the door. GOOD I AM SAFE FOR A LITTLE LONGER….NOT. As soon as I turned around I saw my mom and dad. They stared at me with eyes that could kill. It was so…..uncomfortable.

"SIT!" my father screamed at me. "But…" I started but was cut off. "SIT!" my father yelled at me again.

I obeyed.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" my mother screamed at me. I was becoming used to being asked this question, it happens every time before I get grounded. "I…he called me pathetic and scared." I replied knowing that it would not help me any. "SO YOU BEAT HIM UP?" my father yelled at me. "Y...yea." I said having no clue what to say to my furious parents. "WHY JESSE WHY?" my mother asked me. "I…I don't know" I said still having no clue how to answer my parents. "You know where you are going." My father said to me staring me straight in the eyes.

Yes, I did know where I was going, the dreaded grounded room. I can not believe they even made this room. It wasn't really meant for my brother or sister…it was all for me. They started it after I got grounded 6 times in a month. I can't seem to stay out of trouble.

"PLEASE DO NOT MAKE ME WRITE ONE TO MARK!" I begged. "You bet you are…NOW GO!" my mother demanded. "But..." I said, I really did not want to do this. "JESSE A. McCARTNEY!" my father yelled. I hate it when they use my full name. It always means I am in BIG trouble. "Jeez going…damn Greg was right." I said. I was surprised my parents didn't slap me; I knew they heard it too, but they just glared at me, and I knew it best to leave.