Rough Beginnings Part 1

Till this day on, Beatrix is determined to make her way out of the town or rather just out into a better environment. How could her mother do this to her? It isn't fair. What if she likes being inside all day and being at home. It's not like she pays attention to me anyway. She never cared if she had a good or bad day. She's too caught up with clients at the local law first to care about me. Her idea of checking up on her is making sure she keeps her grades so she could get into a good school far away from here. Now she's threatening to take away her allowance and devices if she doesn't go outside and do something. To hell with that .God, help her if she is too impatient about this but it weighs on her too much to sit around and wait. Could it be more excruciating? She just needs a break. Anything is better than this.

Looking around the room, she makes a mental note of things that could spring an idea. Glossing over her mangled up notebooks with destroyed covers. She could try her writing again. Nah, that would end before she could get anything started, especially after that D in english from last year. Barely made it if my mother did not plead Ms. Laraby for another chance. Embarrassing enough, she recalls.

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Her eyes skipped over to the game controler. Maybe she could become a famous gamer, tour across the country and go up against professional players. Become a gamer kingpin of her generation. Wouldn't that be neat. But in the end there is one flaw to her wonderful plan. It's that new games and professional equipment cost money beyond her limited allowance. Alright back to brainstorming.

With her stomach grumbling she was almost about to give up and grab a burger, until her eyes stopped at something shining in my closet.

Walking towards it she opened up the closet, to find her dusty old electric guitar gifted by my rich aunt in California. She said she'd be glad to give it to me after my late uncle left this and among other things in his will.

Beatrix picked it up blowing off some dust and strummed a few chords. Good thing she took those lessons in junior high. She was surprised she remembered anything. But her teacher did say she was a quick study. Maybe she could give this a try after all. Plus it looks like this guitar is still fairly new despite it being over 8 years old by now,

This gave her an idea, there was a talent show that I saw on tv yesterday. I could enter and win . maybe even get some publicity somehow. Alright time to pick a song and plan my act. This is going to be awesome.

"Rodrick, get up! You're going to school. Again."

"Ugh", he groaned into his pillow. If he's late one more time he'll face detention. Usually that wouldn't phase instead this time he'll have to attend detention for an entire month's worth of time. Which will be convenient especially with that talent show next week. Him and the bad have been practicing for days and still need to sharpen their craft by opening night.

Still deep in thought, Rodrick gets a buzz from his cell phone and cheks it to see it's his buddy and lead singer of loaded diaper, Ben Tiller.

Before he could even say a word Ben started yammering about this afternoon's rehearsals.

"Rodrick, where class is about to start in like 15 minutes".

"I'm nearly out the door", he lied. He was still deciding whether or not to shower or just put douse himself in his "distinguished cologne". "That's funny, I never took you as the type to get to class on time".

"Well my mom threatened that if I didn't improve my attendance she'll take me out of the band or worse send me to military school."

"Yikes, harsh. I can see it now. private Tiller for duty. You wouldn't last a week there."

"Don't I know it. Well wait till you hear this , you know our backup guitarists have to move away. We need to find a replacement immediately. If we don't we're going to have to forfeit the talent show and kiss the prize goodbye".

"I hear you loud and clear. Band meeting at my house tonight. And with that sent rodrick to his room scrambling to find a decent set of clothes. Cause now he only has at least 10 minutes to get to class before the late bells seals his fate for detention".

"Damn", he said, putting his key onto the ignition of his white van receiving a roar from the engine as he started his race against the bell.

Can't be late .Can't be late. How could she have overslept? She had three alarms ready to wake me up and everything. How was she supposed to know she left at 6pm and not 6am as planned. She's never been late before.

Running as fast as her navy blue converse will allow her uphill,Beatrix finds herself to be about a block away with 60 seconds left, not sure if she will make it. She only had to throw on a gray and black striped shirt and sweats. Making her way up the steps two at a time. Almost there just a few more she thought as she was about to make it to homeroom.

As she was about to slide her way to the door she roughly crashed into someone and landed herself face first towards the cold tiled floor. Which could safely be assumed is filled with germs beyond imagination.

She tried to gather her stuff in a hurry until she heard the agonizing and depressing sound of the bell informing her of her failure to avoid immediate detention. As she attempted to stand upright once more she began a thorough speculation of this interloper. Watching him scramble his way to his feet, she saw him wearing a black fall out boy t-shirt with gray ripped jeans paired with black converse. Before I could not pice his touch of eyeliner, she was brought back to reality, afraid it was looking like she was checking him out, when that very guy began shouting.

"Hey watch where you're going! Who taught you to walk?!" He said in annoyance.

"Me? Who taught you ?! Great, I groaned, now I'm late for class. I hope you're happy", she huffed, turning her back to him.

"You think you have it bad? Because of you I'm now set for detention for an entire month thank you very much. Some of us have way more important things to do then waste away in detention, nerd!", he spat out.

Beatrix's eyes lit up with fury as she swiftly made her way face to face with this idiot. If she ends up punching him there's a good chance she'll get more detention. But at this point to hell with it.

"Why I outta—-.

"That'll be enough!" Cutting in was none other than Principal Kane.

We about to be expelled now.

"I'll have no fight of any kind in my . Stone. Mr. Heffley quietly, follow me to my office. I think it's time we had a chat". He turned on his heels expecting us to follow quickly. His long and lively strides made it almost difficult to keep up with him.

Once they've reached his office he instructed them to sit down in the two beige armchairs in front of him right in front of him as he settled down as well. Adjusting his seat accordingly he then went straight to business.

"First off, I don't care who started or whose fault it was. All i know is that you too are both here past the late bell and are both facing detention. Usually, this wouldn't require a trip to the principal's office but you two were also causing a scene in the middle of the hallway, which has been happening way too much with the students here. So I'm going to make an example out of the two of you."

The boy referred to "Mr. Heffley '' snapped straight in his chair after that statement.

"Wait, hold up, what do you mean make an example? Please don't expel me. I didn't do anything wrong. I'll do anything. He pleaded vigorously. The way it was looking, she didn't know if he was desperate enough to get on his hands and knees and beg. By the looks of it she wouldn't put it past him. Sharing his sense of panic though, would be a smart idea. This may be my first offense, but his words didn't provide her with any comfort.

Principal Kane put a hand up to halt me from speaking before any words of additional pleads could utter out of my mouth.

"There will be no students being expelled… this time. No, I have something even more interesting planned for the two of you." He then began to circle the room at least once before stopping right behind us. Both of us didn't even bother to turn in fear of what he was going to say next. I could barely tear my eyes from the blue carpet that I was suddenly so obsessed with.

"I have decided to have you put you two to work. Something that will benefit everyone in this situation. This will drive a certain kind of disciple that a day, even a month in detention, could never give you. So it has been decided that you two will participate in two-weeks worth of assisting the janitorial duties in this school. We are seriously understaffed right now."

Finally able to tear her eyes away from the floor, Beatrix looked up at Principal Kane in complete shock. She would've taken a month's worth of detention. Not community service with this guy who started it in the first place.

'"So the two introduce yourselves since you'll be seeing a lot of each other anyway", he continued'

The both of them hesitantly turned to each other, barely making any kind of eye contact, but rodrick managed to extend an obviously half-hearted hand towards him.

"Rodrick".

Beatrix, begrudgingly accepting it, shook it. Wondering what kind of name Rodrick is to begin with. Then proceeded to give hers.

"Beatrix."