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part six: the return, or “back to fools”
where (rather unsurprisingly) a large amass of teenagers and people who considered themselves “pretty much teenagers” were conversing. otter Episode 2. a favorite hangout of ours. where giant banners signaled that the school was having a mandatory student body assembly in the outdoor amphitheater. twenty-nine days. the intersection in front of my school. Exactly seven months. passing a couple of dog owners and their pets before arriving at the bike rack on Alderney & Flanders. I heard about three or four people yell.chapter 27: welcome back. I headed to the doors leading to the amphitheater. and a bunch of stores before reaching my target destination of Perdedor Park. we’ve got liftoff. “TRE!” I turned towards the corner to find all eight of the others in the group all . From a corner. 1 hour and 16-and-a-half minutes after I opened my Blindsided Shades box that Christmas morning I sped out of the premises of Windstream Tower on my Smith & Yow racing bike (which I’d affectionally named Lucas/Luke for inexplicable reasons that even I don’t know) and raced down Flanders Road. The school was a modernist building with a domed top and a strangely curvy facade that looked like it could be one of Grayson’s many museums. but was really Perdedor Square Middle School. passing Manny & Son’s Beanery and Creamery. I biked through the park on Luke. I parked Luke on the rack and walked into the lobby.
“Hey. down”. We’re Goin’ Down” by Fall Out Boy. Originally the group responded to that with horrified looks. After untangling ourselves from the dog pile we made. 10 seconds passed. hopefully it won’t be too bad.) The rest of us looked at him with a stare lethal enough to kill a murder of crows. It was at that moment that . down. I sprinted to the corner. in an earlier round. where the others engaged with me in a giant tackle hug. I covered my mouth as soon as I realized that it was me. Max responded to this by singing the chorus to the song “Sugar. and soon enough the entirety of the group was singing “We’re goin down. The next thing that happened was a case of sheer eccentricity that only we could create. we’re goin’ down swingin’” and so on (and playing air instruments. Nora followed her action. it will be. I asked. “Okay. “Well. but eventually one of us sang “We’re goin’ down. and then Layla echoed my outburst.just to make the performance that more real) until we finished the song. are you guys excited that you’re back? “Does a criminal get excited when he’s caught and shoved into a cop car?” Layla asked. But hey. at least we’re going down together. sugar. fine.” He sighed. with Nora saving a seat just for me right next to her.sitting in a line.” Freddy said this in the most optimistic way possible. (Read: Not very optimistic.
until finally our proper principal. Mr. I yelled to the crowd “Try the General Tsao’s Chicken. but he made the sting a wee bit less painful by interspersing some of his signature corny humor into the mix. a woman named Ms. evicted her of that position. . It was weird.) A few minutes after our performance. the vice principal of the school. we’ll be here all year!” I didn’t expect for it to happen.”welcome back to Perdedor Square”. he sent us to our classes. (Is acceptation even a word? I think it is. Lizeman. blah blah blah for 10 minutes (which. et cetera. Mr. but his brother managed his temper. Once he made a joke about how the year at Perdedor was surely not going to be dead as a “dor”nail. took the amphitheater’s stage and made a speech about the school. et cetera. but the crowd actually started clapping after that remark.we all realized the whole amphitheater was eyeing us like we were some kind of crazed glee club revue from Nerdland or something. yes. Pyle talked about the same things for 2 minutes. but I’ll take strange acceptation over petty criticism any day. Pyle. felt like 10 hours). to make lemonade out of lemons. lockers. by the way. Marty looked like he was ready to knock the lights out of more than a few of them.
while on the “Ruby” team. huh?” He spoke with a quirky British accent that I’d not heard before. there was CiCi. by way of what Perdedor referred to as teams (ironic. Falconer. “Well. who is this here daft man?” He wrote “Mr. slightly round man with a mop of shiny brown hair and a clean shaven face walked inside the classroom. On the “Opal” team.chapter 27: samson and darcy Like an imperfectly cut ham. we had the same classes. “My name is Samson Falconer. “Yes. the first of which was Social Studies. The school board. Falconer” on the whiteboard behind him and continued. Layla and the twins. here’s a lot you won’t find in an old folks’ home. The five of us filed through the crowded grayish-brown hallways to its last door. Just call me Samson. I know what you’re prolly here thinking. which was marked on each of our schedules. This changed when a tall. makes me sound too much like one of those strange businessmen. Nora and Piper. Max. but I hate it. When we all sat at our assigned seats we noticed that there was no teacher in sight for about five minutes. the group was split in two between the classes. or maybe even Sam if we get to know each other well enough. considering that most of the people on these so-called “teams” just want to kill each other). but I hate being called that. or Mr. eh?” . For those of us on the Opal team. there was me. what with the corks up their butts and all of that how-do want you to call me that. Grassy.
but it just was. you will refer to me exclusively as Ms. I thought.” . After social studies was math. A few more kids trailed behind the crowd before the door was slammed shut by a pale woman with horn-rimmed glasses and dead straight brown hair. We all awkwardly walked with the line/crowd thingy headed to the classroom and took our seats at a long row of desks. despite what your eyes may be tricking you into seeing. As Samson went on with the rules of the road to his class.I could tell I wasn’t going to have much problems with this guy. “You are not in a classroom. Quirky teachers tend to be the best teachers (at least from my point of view). a place where all of the denizens’ actions and rules are managed upon by a singular authority figure. almost to the point in which I doubted her being human. that authority figure is yours truly. and he didn’t seem like he’d be a pain to deal with. though.” she said in an eerily familiar fashion. Behind her glasses and hair lied a snakelike face. Darcy Bergsweier. You won’t be calling me by my first name. away we go. Instead.” I’d later figure out that he wasn’t. I couldn’t remember what it was that I felt her voice was from. Bergsweier. “Seventh grade. or possibly Your Highness if you’re in the royal mood. “Let’s hope he’s not the only teacher here with a sense of humor. This is a dictatorship. In this case. also known as Ms.
McLaughless has been humiliated." "You must have a terrible sense of humor. let's move on to the fine topic of integers. did you not laugh?" Soon enough all of the class was eyeing me. which was basically English. but rather as if she was joking. I thought. there’s a way to make yourself come off as quite full of it. which I seriously doubted." At that point. "Now that Mr. everyone but me laughed. I shrouded myself into the embrace of my desk. the class had a field day. but for middle schoolers (and we read incredibly slow novels that were 30 years old and . who was supposed to be "teaching" us give me some stupid nickname like Buckle McLaughless? That was just on the border of "weird" and "childish". then.Well. singled me out by asking. Can it be explained why would a grown woman. shall we?" I was appalled. Buckle McLaughless. "You. With all the dignity I could muster. Bergsweier made note of this. we all had language arts. ma'am. and as a result. the rest of the class didn't find her to be full or herself. After lunch. However. Because of this." "And why would that be so?" "I didn't find it that funny. at the end of the row. I mumbled "No.
ma’am. “I’m sorry. I know what you’re thinking. “Um. I don’t see a seating chart. “IS THAT YOUR A-SIGNED SEET?” I turned to find a short and fat Russian lady looking at me with a slightly angered look on her face. pointing at Nora. which made more than a few of the students giggle. me neither.” she said.” She wrote “Ms. okay then. “I did not understand half of what she was just saying.” I said in the most polite way I could. a voice boomed. what?” “SIT NEXT TO ZEE ELF OVER ZHERE!” she said. but from what I was thinking she seemed rather rude. I guess. Not like it’s gonna help you now. I sat next to Nora and stated. I think that you may need to move over 2 seats and then go down 5 rows. “My name eez Mizs Aulda Callaghen. “Um. then perhaps turn left a bit and go straight on till the morning comes. Old Callaghan” on the whiteboard.” she whispered. As I sat down.” “Yeah. “Well. . with an incredibly perplexed look on my face. she added an “a” to “Old”. Noticing this.” I moved. and honestly it was what I was thinking of too.basically only entertaining to old people now).
do you like her or some--" but Max grabbed his teeny lips so hard so quickly they turned blue within a moment's notice. Grassy started. "What." Despite still being in a trance. "Okay. IT WILL KILL YOU.A few days later. Max was eyeing a girl getting her things from her locker across the hall with a look on his face I'd never expect to see on the king of the "I don't frakking care" lifestyle. "You say anything about this and your whole face will be blue. for he grabbed mine just as fast. Max was not exactly great at that kind of acting. (For the record. It was the look most guys only get when they're either in serious like mode or just acting like it. but this backfired on me soon enough. "Hey. then looked at me and finished. after lunch was through and we were headed for language arts. NEVER LET MAX CROMWELL GRAB YOUR LIPS FOR MORE THAN 2 MINUTES. the hottest non-popular--” He paused. “and non-Nora chick on the Opal team." I snickered. dude?" I asked. Maxie was still clever enough to know that I'd get mad if he didn't exclude Nora.) . but I checked just to make sure. who is she?" "Marissa McFadden. but he didn't respond.
She did the same.After a minute. . he let us go. the bell rang. After this. Max turning around and giving us a big fat smile and a thumbs-up. and we followed them inside. "You're overreacting. I laughed." I said. and the two of them walked into the Language Arts room together." Max walked to her and introduced himself." Grassy said. ever. She giggled at this and accepted the offer. "Noooo! I can't!" This was the most nervous I'd seen Max. well. I'll try. covering my mouth so he wouldn't grab it again. "You should ask her out. during which we both gasped for fresh air. and Max talked to her for a while before asking if she wanted to go for a cup of coffee at the Beanery and Creamery after school. "Okay. he's a smooth operator." Grassy peeped after catching his breath. "Well. but I'm going to wrap your ear around your face if it doesn't end well.
frak. though. "Perdedor SUCKSSSSSS!" Everyone in the class turned around. Tre L. "Okay. when all of a sudden I heard Redhood say. mostly normal.. "Is this who I thinks it is?" I turned to him. I remember it vividly. but then a few of the class's troublemakers that were near me started to laugh and guffaw at them. The two of them came over and started to rough them up. Any of y'all got a problem with it?" the guy in the hoodie said. I looked at them. boy. disgusted at the whole thing. while the other had a Nike SB shirt) came in the classroom and yelled. the living ragdoll himself.chapter 28: the trouble starts a-brewin’ The first few days of school were largely normal. Well. Nobody replied for a moment. clearly confused by this. Quanell Carver was evil in human form. I'm not just saying that. After a week passed. a rarity that I would come to envy later on in the year. "Oh. "Does the name 'Quanell Carver' come to mind?" Oh. from now on we call the shots." "What are you talking about?" I asked. two guys who I'd not seen before (one of whom had a bright red hoodie on. that was when all of the trouble began. The dude was the absolute worst child you could meet . On the second Monday of the year in math with Bergsweier.
Quanell (or.” Quanell blankly stared at me for fifteen seconds before bursting into a fit of laughter that lasted for another fifteen. well. let’s just finish what I started oh so long ago. except his voice . as everyone called him. “I dunno.” I muttered nervously. Q) talked like he came straight out of any black ‘hood you could think of. As for my previous encounters with Quanell. Looks to me like you haven’t changed a bit through the years. you tell me. yeah.in the 4th and 5th grades. Let’s not. “Well?” “You’re the guy who made my life a living heck during elementary school.” Oh. After somewhat composing himself. “So. “I have a question for you. eh? Well. Legend has it that a kid named Tommy nearly drowned in a toilet because Quanell submerged his head in there for ten minutes straight. fine. Do you seriously think I’m going to do that?” He continued to giggle as he stated this. you remember that.” “Okay. I thought. let’s just say he was one of the wannabe gangstas/mooks I’d been referring to during that flashback in Episode One. but I won’t be using my mouf. Tre. he said. I forgot something.” “I have a better idea.
” A couple of the troublemakers and the popular chicks laughed at us. you little dirtbag. who were mainly from Greyson’s decaying Rosburgh District. that stupid skater that ran away from his beatings to eventually sleep in a shopping mall. I still don’t. so maybe he might be from there or something. a girl named Brooke got forever labeled as “The Trout Sniffer” because of the fact that she sniffed her fish sandwich one time at lunch in the sixth grade.” Max came in just as Q threw up the guns. “Leave my friend alone. The guy in the shirt paused for a second. though “Nawlins” is New Orleans.) “Are you trying to pick a fight. skaterboy? ‘Cuz I can easily make you want that mullet back. maybe I’m not. “I know you. (Just to tell you how bad the influentials can ruin someone. “I have a girlfriend!” I defended myself from his claims.” Max replied in a smart-aleck voice. “Maybe I am. I remember him saying something about his being “a straight-up nawlinian” or something. You’re Max Cromwell. “Ohhhhh. To an extent. HIGH SCHOOL.” the guy in the Nike SB shirt said.” . and she’s a sophomore in high school. just to make sure none of the influential people on the social ladder in the class got any fuel to start irreversible rumors. She’s still called that to this very day.had a bit more of a southern twang to it than most of the other ‘hood boys at the school. before saying. though I had no idea what that meant. now Billy Ray Cyrith is comin’ in to help his little buddy. How romantic.
” Marissa waved her arms outward as she said this. Max. but hit his eye in the process. “Damon?” “Hello. frak. Just. Damon stared at the two of them blankly. no. “What. Dating.” “Oh. In his yelps of pain. . Miss me yet?” Damon tried to spray some breath spray into his mouth. “How do you know Damon?” “He kind of was my boyfriend before you met me. okay.” Damon superhumanly got over his pain in about three seconds. You. Aw. I thought. Say?” “I. bud?” “A certain enemy of mine came back into my life.” Marissa turned toward Damon. just as long as you still don’t.” Max got a worried look on his face. Did. Well. As he turned away in pain.“How do you know that?” “Because. we’re not!” “Yes. “What’s wrong. Damon piped in. I’m Damon Pyle. “No. nooooooooo. Marissa.” Marissa said in a similar fashion. Am. “No. no. Now. no. then asked in a low voice. that boy you always picked fights with. you selfish jerk!” Marissa was mad. Marissa walked toward Max and asked. Max asked her. you know-” Max started. “I’m dating Max now. We are through. we are. then gasped.
“SHUDDUP AND GET IN YOUR SEATS!!!!!!” “This is NOT over. you’re a dead man. the class bell rang. little Maxi Pad Cromwell. and in her strange voice Bergsweier yelled. followed by the “I’m watching you” gesture.” he said. Max shuddered. “Um. yeah. “His friend does.” Damon said this.Suddenly. “That guy’s got problems. too. At lunch. ya think?” I said.” .
” Max perked up.” Max was growing more and more worried. I didn’t mean it like that. a rather short young woman with grayish-brown hair. “Yes. Max. braces and thin librarian’s glasses on stamped toward me. so LEAVE! NOW!” she screeched at an inhuman pace. Marissa. although I hadn’t encountered one of her kind before that occurrence.” I groaned. Out of nowhere. what’s your problem?” I asked. “My problem just so happens to be that I am in a bad mood and you’re messing up my aura by sitting next to me.” “Yeah. I guess you’re right. My ex-boyfriend hated you before we met?” Marissa asked. Clearly I was dealing with an insane young lass. “You know what? You are right. I’m not stopping you. I heard a girl scream. but if you say so. “OH.” I said as I sat down. then fair enough. I know you could whoop him if you wanted. “Holy shift.chapter 29: marceline “Wait. you’re exactly right. This is the seat I was assigned. . confused by her strange behavior. I’ll beat his face in!” “Whoa. so let me get this straight. and if he tries to puff up at me again. “GET OUTTA HERE!” she yelled at me. I’m not going to be afraid of him. “Leave? I sit here. well. NO YOU DON’T!” The girl. “Don’t let him get to you.
That guy hates me. so you’re moving next to Quanell. you will sit next to Mr. then said. Besides. and I’m sure he’ll be able to manage himself during class. and if I sit next to him he will slowly but surely tear me to shreds!” I cried. the idiot does have a point. anyhoo? I thought.“Mooooom. Carver from now on. “Okay. Bergsweier. go on. being that he actually does sit there. groaning in the process. you know that during school hours I am your teacher. My daughter’s aura will get messed up when you’re there. Now. “I know how to fix this problem. “Marceline Hughes. some kind of sick joke? Am I on Prank’d or something? How can I pick up my pieces if I’m the one being torn apart? And what the frak is an aura supposed to be.” . “But I--” “No buts. if that happens. you can pick up your pieces. Bergsweier thought for a second.” Marceline groaned. Quanell is a fine young man. Capisce?” She pointed leftward.” Manage himself? Quanell Carver? What is this. “Well. McLaughless. not your mother. Besides. this idiot won’t move from near me!” she yelled. “No. I turned to find her pointing at the seat next to Q’s.” she said monotonously. Ms. no capisce.
“Mr. “Don’t call me that. “My. then plopped it down onto the empty seat next to Q’s.I picked up my stuff and left solemnly. Q grabbed it and started puckering my lips with his other hand. Before I could. I have rather large lips. I really do not have any idea why. Lippy” was what the entire fifth grade called me back in elementary school. the whole class joined into the reverie of chanting my dubiously given nickname. and as a result it appears that my lips are huge. It doesn’t hurt too much now. This was what happened when you get shafted by Darcy Bergsweier. LIPPY. but I couldn’t deny it. Mr. “LIPPY.” I attempted to bury my face into my crossed arms. my. Lippy. The day’s just not going well for you. The whole class was making me the source of laughter for them again. not that. but the swelling I received never really subsided. my. frak. a trait I inherited via falling down the staircase of Windstream Tower one time when I was about six or seven years old. shouting. I would tell them this so that they’d shut up about the whole situation. LIPPY!” After he repeated this a few times. huh. screwed by Marceline Hughes and sent to the dungeon that is the seat adjacent to that of which is owned by Quanell Carver. I closed my eyes in shame. not to mention slightly swollen. much .” Oh. but I never did. due to a characteristic of my face that I am not proud of.
just won-der-ful. yet totally-absolutely-WHY-THE-FRAK-CAN’T-YOU-SEE-IT chagrin. The whole experience was wonderful. . in-deed. But that was just the the tip of the iceberg known as the steaming pile of sick crap was in store for me that day.to my invisible. I groaned again. In his grasp.
"Look. so why can't you?" Max said this with his usual face.” “We’re official now?” Max’s face glowed. until Damon got ahold of Max at our table that day after math. You run from fights.” Marissa blushed. “Who do you think you are." Marissa piped in. She's moved on. "Stay out of this!" Damon replied. “You’re a little punk. “Your ex-girlfriend. you had your chance with Marissa and you were the one who screwed it up. the only period I was officially allowed to drink my daily root beer had been going fine and nobody was really causing too much trouble -. "I'm not your girl anymore. despite . McFadden?” Damon snapped at Marissa and scraped his thumbnail down her face with a snarl. Q. you’re a skinny little worm. For that first week I’d previously mentioned. “Oh. “Yeah. Darcy and Marcy came the precious free period that is lunch. including Marissa. and his current girlfriend. you know that.” Everyone at the table laughed except Damon.” Marissa snarked.that is. and now. you’re going to get the beating of your life. you big fat fart.chapter 30: food flight After the whole debacle with Max and Damon and me.” “In your dreams. "Are you seriously trying to steal my girl?" Damon was not exactly happy.
at that moment. a mixture of fear and optimism for his relationship). Mister Hood Booooooyyyyy!” “You’re stupid. MAX CROMWELL!" and jettisoned what looked like mashed potatoes at him. huh?" Damon threw some kid's ham sandwich in Max's face. "Addressed return to sender. I ran in front of it with my tray. I sent the remains of my sandwich flying at him . Quanell shouted. I did. who was splashed in the face by it.." I said. Not offended by his claim. but it still hit a certain dear object of mine. and that was when all heck broke loose. smashed peas appeared on Damon's cheek. which bounced the stream of whitish-beige gloop away from us and sent it ricocheting toward its creator. "MEAT YOUR MAKER. After that Grassy threw a greasy banana peel at him. "MY SANDWICH!" If Q pissed me off earlier.” he replied. But just as I let my guard down. I can be dirty too. “Fine. whadaya gonna do about--" At the speed of light a slop of green. "How's that for screwing up?" "Did you actually just do that?" "Yes.. I dodged the kamikaze silverware. smiling smugly at Q. you wanna play dirty. one of Q's troublemaker mooks sent a fork flying toward me. "I screwed up. as I can see. Well. I was fuming then.how he really was feeling (which was.
since my lime green shirt had suddenly turned a strange shade of browngreen via a stream of chocolate milk. One thing I did know: I didn’t finish it. then wiped my face.” . have wrapped yourself up in what is called two weeks of detention.” Oh. crap. She walked over to me and lifted my arm up. or THROWING. I ducked to avoid anything flying in the air. then said. I heard a screech as I did this. Mr. Who was drinking. McLaughless. or some confounded idea like that? Well. root beer?” I turned to the can of Barq’s next to my seat. it was you. I kept hurling things into the general direction of Q until my vision was blurred by a splotch of bright red meatball sauce. “TRE’S DRINKING ROOT BEER!” “So. “I know that. Nothing. Cap’n Obvious. “Root beer. eh? Trying to take revenge. your plan failed. my friend. followed by a giant yell of “WHO DID THIS TO ME?” I crawled up to find a furious Bergsweier drenched in something that looked like a redbrown soda. She licked her hand. “You. Out of nowhere. and shook it to see if anything was in it. I could tell.before quipping. Marcy screeched.” By now the rest of the cafeteria was starting to spread the food fight.
“Did you know that the plastic on the tip of a shoelace is an aglet?” I looked at her with an indifferent expression. who waved and smiled evilly.. “Because. And I think you might too. . I like random facts. but being in a room full of loud. Oh. I looked at Marcy. and Marcy. a place filled with the seventh grade's worst juvenile delinquents and troublestarters. and some stupid dude kept flicking folded paper hornets at me and laughing stupidly (read: "HURR DURR I HIT YOU HURR DURR" stupid). Let’s be random fact friends! Please? Please? Please?” I kept the same look.That’s just splendid. Marcy came over to me and said cheerfully. “And why did I need to know a random something I already knew again?” I said in a deadpan. I thought. so I just gave up on that. “WHY?!?!?” “Why what?” Marcy said. who I guessed was only there because of her mother. then buried my head in my arms and yelled.. rambunctious preteens and teens (some of whom did not even look like such) doesn't make for a very good work environment. I served my detention time in Bergsweier's classroom after school. monotone manner. Even moreso. I get blamed for something I didn’t even do. I was trying to do my homework while I was in there so I'd be done with it.
you emotional wreck!” Bergsweier yelled. I just dodged ‘em! And yet. It’s also stupid logic why I’m in here in the first place and yet the real starter isn’t. “Well. OR SOMETHING? I WANNA LAUGH!” They all turned away. “WHAT? IS IT FUNNY. for some sick reason I was the one who got punished for something that I DID NOT EVEN FRAKKING DO!” I said this in the fastest voice possible. it’s logic!” “Sure.” Marcy grinned.” “No it isn’t. either? He threw things at me. maybe stupid logic. “Shuddup.” I was silent for ten seconds before just stating. And why isn’t Quanell in here. then began to breathe heavily. I looked up to find that the whole classroom was staring blankly at me. and I love my mom.“Why would you make me get detention with your crazy mother and then tell me ‘random facts’?” “Because I hate you. “That’s crap. and my mom wants me to hate you so I do. Why isn’t Damon Pyle in here anyway? He was the one who threatened to beat up Max. which could be easily defined as “Tre enduring two weeks’ worth of unfair juvenile delinquency . This was the status quo for the next two weeks after school. why is that?” “Because my mom hates you.
“Whoa.” “Because if you were crying.” We both laughed .” “My eyes are ugly. Come on. they’re brown. you. a dark shade of brown appeared where my eyes were. I’m glad you’re not. I swear.punishment”. “Well. Thank goodness for coffee and girlfriends. Nora. that was what it was. I wouldn’t get to see those eyes. “If I had to deal with Marceline any more than I have I’d go off the deep end. then showed it to me. well. your eyes aren’t black. Black and unending and… black. because. As if by magic. I guess they are brown! You clever observer. I should know what color my own eyes are. “Hey. I wouldn’t let you.” I looked out at the Windstream Tower and sighed. and even if you were. more or less. “Why not? It’s good to let out one’s feelings. I was able to get through the two weeks alive.” “They are black.” “Okay. sipping on an Ice Bean from the Beanery and Creamery with Nora by my side at the stools. though just barely on the precipice of sheer madness. then…” Nora took a picture of my eyes with her phone as I looked into the tower. a slight smirk on her face appearing.” she said. because if I didn’t have either of these I’d most likely be cooped up in my bed crying until I fell asleep.” I said.
” “What.” She took her iPod out and showed me the Facelook profile of a girl named Amanda Stevenstein. is she obsessed or something?” “Yeah. I’m okay. On the Thursday of that week. though she seemed happy.together. “Is something wrong?” I asked. it looked like she was troubled about something. no. I gazed into her shining green eyes and saw that. Nora stammered. umm. unfortunately. I’d figure out exactly who Amanda’s “one” just so happened to be. Just some crazy chick who’s been babbling on and on about some boy in Personal Fitness class. almost as if she were some kind of seductress who had her eyes on this “one” like a snake has its eyes on a rat. I think so. after lunch. who had “HE COULD BE THE ONE” as her status at that moment. . She had these crazy hazel eyes that pierced through you. “Oh.
Tre and Grassy burst out laughing as Amanda and Max went to the stairwell. disgusted.. “Questions. He was a megahot guy by the name of Max. "Why do you need me?" "Oh." "If you're not back by the end of lunch I'm calling the cops. some questions. She walked to the table where him and his dork friends Tre and Grassy sat. . yeah." Grassy joined. When he saw her. it's cool. Turtleneck. "Oh. you dog!" "Yeah. Geekwad and Rockhead. though if her plan went as she hoped. Not like I care." "Sure. and she found him incredibly handsome. Tre yelled. go choke on an apple or something. Amanda thought. shut up. but he stood up and asked. he's such a nerd. "You are not welcome here. I just needed to ask you a few." Tre replied." Max was surprised at this. God. that wouldn't be a problem. he was dating some weird chick named Marissa.. The two nerds exchanged some weird handshake.chapter 31: amanda’s accomplishment (in the third person) Amanda Stevenstein was seriously ready to get her man. I just need to have a little talk with Max.” Amanda paused. Problem was.
question two: Are you popular?" "Well." "Great. They have been for a good two years. "Well. who was confused. and Grassy is stupid and has a head the size of the Bermuda Triangle. no. I think more people may hate me than those who like me. I can see how you would think so. she landed a long peck on his mouth. Amanda. then intrigued by. question one: Why do you hang out with those losers?" "Huh? Tre and Grassy aren't losers. not really. What are you--" Just when Max figured out what Amanda's goal was. All of a sudden. a . Wait.” "Do you honestly think I'm gonna believe that? Tre's an annoying geek with some Goth chick as his girlfriend. you're the envy of all the popular girls. and they all wanted you and me to be together. but they still are my friends." Amanda leaned in on Max." Amanda replied. that of which he was surprised. and you're a popular chick. Maxie. In fact. why do you want to help me out? I'm just a skater."Okay." "I'd love that." Could he be any more stubborn? "Alright. "I have a girlfriend." "Because. My final question: do you want to be popular? Because I might be able to help you out with that. they're my friends.
Max?!" Hearing this.voice Max and Amanda knew all too well yelled "What the frak. . Amanda slapped Max. and then she ran off to her classes upstairs. winking at him as she did.
don't you?" Grassy said. Tre. This'll be our secret. but all I have to say is that if you do anything to piss me off. Amanda slapped him and ran up the stairs. Max was still in the same position she left him in. Max is absolutely not the type of person who made pet names. but he did nothing. "He's in a complete daze." Max put out the brofist." "Fair enough. don't! Mar-Mar's my first girlfriend ever. trying to test if he was responsive. Max came to with a loud yelp. Thanks. fine. and when I was rejecting her." Grassy said. After Grassy pinched his left pressure point. and me . After this. "What was that?" he hollered. I yelled "What the frak. Max?!". snogging at the rail. "Hello? Max?". I said. guys. I thought. she pecked on me!" "You do realize he's going to tell Marissa. I'll text it to everyone. "Please. so he must really like her. "I should probably be asking you the same question. clearly stunned by what I was seeing.chapter 32: i feel stupid now I walked into the stairwell with Grassy to find Max and Amanda. and I don't want to mess it up with her!" Mar-Mar. Why were you kissing Amanda?" "She was flirting with me. "Okay. You're the best.
and Grassy followed suit. "We know." the two of us said.
Later that day, I was flipping channels on my TV and drinking yet another can of root beer when I saw a documentary on something that the people on it called parkour, or the art of moving. It was interesting, because the guys that were doing it were moving at intensely quick rates to get to a certain point in seconds, even if that point was a half a mile away. The trick was to use your environment to improvise a route while you traverse it. It seemed strange to me at first (how did they know how to do all of that without knowing the area?) but then I seemed to get a grasp on what they were doing (oh, so they don’t.) It was really cool, and I thought if I could get myself to be a bit less, well, lazy, I’d figure out how to do it.
One week passed without trouble afterward, but that all shattered on the Friday of that week. The day was going as they always did until after science. Q and Damon were mad because they both failed an incredibly easy quiz that Sampson had given a few days prior. Being Q and Damon, their main instincts told them to perhaps try
and irritate a certain guy and his skater friend to make them feel better because of teh total lulz that would so inevitably ensue. Needless to say, they followed said instincts, and soon after social studies I found myself and Max running away from them from the 7th grade’s wing of Perdedor all the way to the library (which, mind you, was a full 2 levels below us). I fell down a flight of stairs during this wild goose chase, and soon enough I found myself with multiple cuts and a pair of bruises, some of which were caused by the fall, and others of which were, well, caused by different means. Ever hit your head onto a painted brick wall at a rate fast enough to rival that of a squirrel who’s had a bit too much coffee? Or rather, gotten your head hit like that? I have, and let me tell you, it’s not exactly the most pleasant feeling in the world.
part seven: the crack
chapter 33: the running of the tre
I needed a way to circumvent this problem. Fighting would make me just as bad as them, not to mention that it'd also most likely make me get beat up (again), so that was not an option. But then my mind wandered back to that documentary on parkour that I'd watched the week before, and it was then that I'd realized that if I learned how to use my environment like they did, then I'd be able to save myself from all kinds of trouble. I looked up "parkour in Greyson City" on the internet and found a group named the Movers, and they were teaching anyone who was willing to show up to Perdedor Park with them.
The crash course was led by a guy named Laz ("Lazerbeam" if you're lucky). He was pretty nice. Laz showed me and a couple of other guys how to do various movements that he said are "just the building blocks of parkour", and that "the real meat is using them while improvising to your environment at the same time”. Of course, the building blocks were pretty hard to get a hold on. I think the next part would be better told via a montage. Unfortunately, some people may say that those are only for the movies. Well, I say to that, frak it.
I run toward a bench. I try to vault over it (vaulting = pushing myself over it with only my hand). I fall flat on my face. Nora lays a bandage on my face. Cue two more scenes of me falling, just for emphasis... (maybe). I gain an (un)impressive array of bandages, in various places around my body. I contemplate giving up on this and using normal means of evasion. I spy Max getting beaten up by Damon and Q. Contemplation cancelled. I practice the moves. After quite a few attempts, I land a roll from a high fall for once. This starts a streak of successes. I rip off a few bandages. Successful vault. I rip off more. Successful cat balance (it’s exactly what it sounds like: you balance the edge of a building or wall by crawling like a cat.) My trash can is filled with bandages, which are no longer found on me at all. Soon enough I'm traversing the obstacles of Greyson City with ease, like a
It felt awesome. I was vaulting. I was. which encompassed three buildings and two “bridges” (which in reality were just a pair of pipes).stuntman performing parkour in the movies. me and the buildings. After a minute and some change passed. and soon enough. so I stuck with what I knew and what I did well: parkour. I was already on the other side of the Katz complex. and finally getting the knack of how to do a couple of embellishments too. . Free running (using said embellishments) wasn't really what I needed at that stage. I'd been prepping for the whole month prior. Well. just less glamorous and not staged. on an adrenaline high I'd not experienced since I had my first ride on a rollercoaster a year before. being that way. I was ecstatic. I got a running start from the rooftop of the Katz Building. falling and using LOTS of bandages. This sequence ends with Laz stating. I was ready to go solo with my parkour abilities. running. which meant that my plan was finally starting to shape up nicely. "You're ready." Frak yeah. the day had come. jumping and moving at a rate I didn't know I was capable of. training with the Movers and watching every video they posted on their site.
Yeah. and made sure that it'd auto zoom as I zipped along later on. “You’re an insane quack!” Well. it’s not offensive if it’s true. After I did. I went to the opposite side the same way. I did the course again. especially you who actually lived in Greyson at the time. Who woulda thunk it? A couple of hours later I returned to the Katz complex with a camera and tripod in tow. and though my flow came to a stop when I forgot to roll after a fall from a staircase roof in the middle.I felt invincible. Finally. then ran back to it to stop the recording. . I set them up at the beginning of the course. I know. when I finished. I could officially call myself one now. and then went down the stairwell to go to the Windstream Tower. to you guys who want to insult me for it. I just did a little introduction before starting. When everything was ready. Tre. I screamed. I recovered pretty quickly. I waved to the camera. the traceur. even though my main focus was to not mess up and end that feeling. “Woo!” for the entirety of downtown Greyson to hear. flying above and below the building's obstacles like a pro.
but since my dignity was not exactly something I needed to get lowered yet again. was not much better. though I just ignored them. yes?" "That boy'd die by air suck-ness. is there anything to be said about where they live? I raised my hand. I stayed stoic. even though today we know that isn’t true. we were having a discussion about the Hindu religion that the majority of the people living in India practiced. the next period." "Absolutely right. like a food critic at a sports bar. but that day was the last I could take with her inevitable snarky quips about her disdain toward my . You guys already know that I'm Bergsweier's butt monkey. "So now that we know about the Hindu gods. Sadly. math. Honestly. "They apparently lived in the Himalayas. sir. Falconer asked in his witty accent. since none of the Hindus had gone there and lived at the time. the poor bloke'd probably die because he'd get sick before reaching the top.chapter 34: sus-peee-shousssss In social studies. When he called on me I replied. I would've laughed because his joke was pretty funny." was one of the varied responses I'd heard from the crowd. So if Tre were to go up to try and see the gods up there in the Himalayas.
"Is that even a math problem?" "No. because that was when I realized something had to be up with her current frame of mind about me. if you wish to be that way. I sat on a bench in the hallway. Bergsweier. and that wasn't going to fly with me. what could be wrong with this woman? I mean. Ms. how much soap did he use?" The class immaturely snickered. but I don't care. . if a village idiot named Tre uses X milliliters of soap in his bath. I asked. as usual. then leave. "So. "Okay. "Gladly. and his bathtub needs 75 milliliters to get overflowed with bubbles. I needed to figure out just what the big idea was with her.demeanor. it is not. it felt like she was using me as a ragdoll for her bad sense of humor." She went to the door and opened it. just wondering." I put air quotes around "quips" as I said it. it's just a quip I made to EXPOSE A STUPID PERSON." "I'm sorry. class. and soon. but I've had more than enough of your stupid socalled 'quips'." I mumbled under my breath as I walked out.
” I replied. then ate their respective half.” Grassy murmured as he ate his hoagie. since there wasn’t really a clique table all five of us would really fit at without being shorn to bits by the other members. I’ll stop trying to defend you. about 6 or 7 of which flew onto my face.” She pouted and batted her eyes as she said this. It was lunchtime. Grassy grabbed onto it and they played tug-of-war with it until it split in two big pieces and about 50 crumbs. “You two really need to start being a bit less immature with your eating . “Okay.“I just don’t get it. I’m attractive.” The two of us smiled. and nobody needs to point it out.” “If you think it’s true. the five of us sat at the “Undefined Clique” table. “Everyone knows that’s true. Do that crap on one of your hot dates or something. then fine. “This is getting to be a tad bit awkward. The both of them shrugged.” Max said. Why doesn’t she make fun of who deserves it. fair enough. “I don’t know it’s true. holding my can of Barq’s to my lips. and naturally. like Q or Damon?” I said. because it isn’t!” Nora yelped. taking a cookie from Grassy’s tray. “Maybe she might find you unattractive. But I’m only saying it because you think so. you little pouter. “It’s true and you know it.
” Piper said. how do you know that I’m doing that? Maybe I might just go on the internet or something. After a little while. “Okay. licking his fingers. then got up to throw her trash out. Cromwell. except Max.” “Yep. . “It’s not worth it. aren’t you. “Well. “It’s nasty!” Piper cried.” Nora said. he just said.habits. fine. Why should I?” Max asked. “Riddle me this. I’ll stop. who was eyeing all of us angrily. Naturally. “But yeah. As for a certain Mr. we all laughed. I knew it.” I said. though.” Nora replied. well.” Grassy said. and maybe figure out what her big deal is. We all dispersed after her. “You’re going to spy on her. I think I’m going to start looking into her. I don’t know.” and slinked back into his chair. then headed to our electives. gagging in the process.
I did scream. I began my excursion into the brain of Bergsweier by taking out my phone and recording her exploits on its video camera. I.. tugging my straw out of my mouth. I stayed there. maybe even the year I was born. (How the frak is she still using a computer from frakking 1996?) This. as you could probably expect. let me rephrase that. simply shakycam video of Bergsweier eating ramen noodle soup and tinkling the keys of her outdated PowerBook from some unknown period in the 90’s.chapter 35: gotta spend some time After the school had dismissed for the day. naturally.. “I can’t find anything! It’s like she’s some sort of super-espionage-expert-lady. “Yes. (Wait. or SOMETHING! Urgh!” I gnawed at my milkshake’s straw mercilessly in a bout of anger. V. because she’s E. “You are dead serious on revealing the nonexistent. This was how I continued my situation for about two weeks. huh.” . L.” Grassy said.) So. all 14 of the recordings made with no incriminating evidence. yet overly malevolent nature of this woman. Like Benedict Arnold. I’m getting all confusing again. although nobody was there but the rest of the gang. made me want to scream. and the entire Beanery and Creamery was there to hear it. actively keeping it there for a good 10 minutes or so before just packing up for the day. And scream I did.
“When will you guys learn?” I thought. She turned away for a second. “ I’m Julianne Lute. and all of us had different ideas. She suddenly threw her hand out and introduced herself. . “Fed up with the world. and he was attempting to help Britain win the Revolutionary War. didn’t even agree with me. and we all were just really mad at each other because of it. but you can just call me Julie.) A girl who I’d seen in passing sat next to me and read it as she logged into her Mac.” Nora said. “I know the feeling. We just sat there. At the business computer technology class I had afterwards. who was my girlfriend. At lunch the next day. huh?” “Me? Oh. I sat at one of the Macs that were used in the class and vented in a text document. I guess you could say that.” she said. because not even Nora. umm. (I deleted it because it was a bit. This woman’s just incredibly snarky. rather awkwardly because we’d never actually talked to each other before. I was especially affected by this. um.“Benedict Arnold was a traitor. so it was kind of weird. yeah. things got worse. None of us agreed. too personal for the school to see. I sighed as I threw my straw into the ice cream cone-shaped trash can and got a spoon to eat with instead. then asked. well.” I sighed.” She giggled rather strangely. The nine of us got into a big debate over the whole situation. or J-Dawg if you want to get all street with it.
or Nora. Good thing we got out then. No. I didn’t want to lose my friends. who was avoiding me during the last week for fear of further disagreements. fall break was upon us. I guess. Sure. and I needed it.“Um. Maybe.” I shook her hand slowly. this was like some sort of convoluted marriage between confusion. okay then. I sat at one of the benches and watched leaves fall down from the trees for a while. but I thought about what had happened recently and what I could do. it sort of is). anger and sadness that I just needed a break from. After the obvious crowd control problem caused by the whole school’s excitement to get out. being my life this seems like a strange point for me to touch upon (to an extent. One week later. When I got to the park. . It felt weird. I’m Tre. I could understand that. And so began a beautiful (if awkward at times) acquaintanceship between me and Julie. but at the same time I felt like there shouldn’t have been any disagreement between us in the first place. and it wasn’t a good kind of weird. I walked out alone down the long strip of sidewalk between Perdedor Middle and Perdedor Park.
part eight: the breakage .
chapter 36: an anger mgmt. “Instead of trying to make things right with her. even) ever since the argument we’d had. sighing before laying my face down upon the keys of my computer. “I just don’t understand what I’m supposed to do in this situation. but Q still had a stupid view of me and how I operated. “But what if she doesn’t?” . failure Well. Nothing had surfaced with the whole Bergsweier thing. I haven’t mentioned him since about two chapters ago.” she said. that’s how it’s spelled] punched him in the gut for calling her bespectacled boyfriend Darrell a “little four-eyed punk”. It’ll get better. A lot. They kissed. so naturally I was still dealing with that. because a girl by the name of Shaniqua Peirce [sic. just wait things out. but I don’t want her to think I’m being a creeper or something.) So Q wasn’t a big deal for me. and the gang wasn’t talking to me (or amongst themselves. (I think you should probably know what happens next. I don’t want to lose her. who’d become my confidante of sorts. but I had bigger problems. He didn’t bother me as much during the weeks after fall break. All the while I spewed these frustrated/confused/sad/X amount more feelings into Julie. She’ll come around. An hour later Shaniqua dumped Darrell and started sashaying around next to Q like they were an inseparable couple.” I said.
Well. . Shaniqua was just as bad. making the lives of many students miserable and just plain wrecking Perdedor in terms of both physical and emotional form. maybe not. It was the last period of the day. and as I was getting ready to leave Ms. trust me). it seemed that Shaniqua and Q were a match made in heck. I won’t try. Doth thou know what that means? Maybe. I’ll tell you something. You may be wondering what she did to deserve that title. for they loved all the things one would expect from their type of personality: destroying things. All I know is that for me. but like I said. then proceed to slap them silly just for looking at you the wrong way (read: the only “right way” is to act as if you’re in love) then I think you probably qualify as equal to Q in terms of meanness.She stopped dead afterwards. I don’t want to lose her. Seeing as how Q was pretty bad.” “Okay. if you bark at people you barely (if you even do) know and call them all various words I don’t exactly wish to print (it’s for your own good. it sucked. then quickly said. if not worse than the mighty Q himself when it came to being a nuisance. Shaniqua did all of this. that’s a pretty high threshold for being mean. not to mention a certain incident that happened a few days after her arrival. “She will.” Well.
"Fine. I've had enough of you. "I said." Q was laughing for whatever reason. This maniac was laughing like this was some kind of twisted comedy show." As she said this. "Are you tryna step to my man?" Shaniqua was not exactly pleased with me. whoa. I'm just trying to understand why you feel the need to make me your little ragdoll when Bergsweier already does." They paused. "Hey now." Q threw up his arms like a bodybuilder and started flexing them for whatever. "No. whoa. The class murmured as I attempted to compose myself from the fall. I'll do it. "I'm through with all of your crap." "You don't sink low. then turned around. ." "This boy is seriously askin' fo' it. but I don't wanna wear out the guns on my arms right now. Shaniqua walked toward my desk with a menacing look on her face. I'm not getting into that. This stick figga here thinks he can step to me.Callaghan’s classroom Q came and shoved me as he and Shaniqua passed my desk talking and snickering at me. "What did dat boy just sayta me?" Q asked. and me flying downward in 3 seconds flat. the desk. I don't sink that low. huh?" Shaniqua grabbed my chair and sent it. then." "Whoa. Quanell.
you're lucky. What was lying in front of me was a deformed. As I tried to get it off." "Well. ugly version of myself. Because a friend of yours reported to Mrs. I walked to the mirror in the office and relieved the ice pack from my face. but my chair had pinned my legs to the ground. That day’s events became a blur to me over time. you stupid stick?" I tried to get up. "He lives! How are you feeling. Ms. with a dark ." A pang of soreness came onto my eye. "Not entirely. one-two-three-four at the speed of sound. "Stop!" I yelled. you're getting off scot-free."How's that for sinking. Shaniqua sat on it so I couldn't. By then the class had realized she'd started this with intentions of a quarrel." I groaned. Tre?" "Like a dude lying down with an ice pack on his eye. and soon enough there was a circle around us chanting "Fight!" like this was Fight Club or something. The next thing I knew I was entrenched in a black cloud filled with nothing but silence and darkness. Lizeman that you didn't provoke Miss Peirce. came in and said. Flythe. but I do remember waking up in the nurse's office with a cold pack of ice to my left eye. the nurse. "Why stop now? I'm just getting started!" After that. her fists slammed into my face.
I sighed. I thought as I held the pack to my eye. The last bell of the day rang as the pain returned to my eye. . but it didn't kill the pain as I'd unrealistically wished for it to. I looked like some kind of mutated raccoon. It sort of helped.blue ring around my puffy left eye and a less prominent one around my right. I put my ice pack on again to neutralize it. Why does crap like this always seem to happen to me? I didn’t even do anything to him OR her. Seeing this.
(Unless you’re reading this out loud I don’t think that’s possible. ugly witches. that’s right. where I saw the two of them briefly talking and laughing with each other. Confuzzled. Yes. You may be thinking. her boyfriend (although that was not exactly guaranteed given our status at that time). but something that wasn’t so much a problem as it was a further development of my crappish feelings was Nora. during my business computer technology class I searched on the internet if it was possible for beautiful sorceresses to be friends with foul. but her choice in friends. that wasn’t making me sad (at least. Nora had started hanging out with MARCELINE HUGHES. Tre’s just gone nuts.chapter 37: marcelicious (aye aye aye) Well. (in which case you are a nut). not anytime around this part of the story). Hmph. let me just turn my iPad or Kindle off or close this book or end whatever means you’re using to read this”.) Nora was friends with a certain girl whom earlier in my seventh grade year caused me more trouble than I needed. I got my first hint of this during the after lunch-before electives break. I’ve had my problems myself. as you probably can see. but hear me out. No. and I’m not referring to the mall guys and gals and me. so I . not her in her own right. (I found nothing.) Julie looked at me like I was crazy when she sat down. probably because as soon as she sat she saw some old hag with a huge pointy hat looking at her. “Okay.
” “Um.explained what I was researching for her. excuse me. (In retrospect.” “Go on?” “Why would you choose her? I mean. “No. “Well. I have the right to choose who I want to be friends with. “What’s with you and Marcy?” I asked. We’re like night and day. she kind of (re)informed me that analogies were processed literally by web searches.) So. I attempted to confront Nora about this after electives and before language arts. I don’t know. cats and dogs. “I have a question. with literally nothing to go on. being a nerd and all. It must’ve been one of my oblivious days. Unfortunately.” Nora looked at me angrily. stammering ever so slightly due to the awkwardness. excuse me. argument-fight-debatethingymajigger that happened between the group. uh.” she said. and that I should have probably known that already. I was just contemplating over whether my girlfriend is going . we’re kind of still a couple. a sight I’d never seen before. and she despises me. I realize that this was very stupid of me. us two. so as a result I was just aimlessly looking at witch and sorceress information without any real answer to my social question. we kind of became friends after the whole.
you wouldn’t believe what I said anyway. cold student and teacher body. When she finished she appeared as she always had.” “And? Why should you care. but I held them in because the last thing I needed was to look like some wuss in the middle of the hallway. make a friendly relationship with the enemy’s daughter. . now you’re mumbling. as if you don’t want me to hear something. and if I should be worried about protecting her or not!” “I don’t need to be protected from my friends. Nora. I haven’t become anything. except for the whole ‘people I’ve grown to really like over a near year’ thing being pulled under my feet. but now the ends of them seemed like snakes attempting to bite me. that I met as a kid. I felt like at any second Nora would turn into some Medusa-esque creature. it isn’t. then I absolutely hate the person he’s become.” I mumbled under my breath. I heard it. maybe I would if it were true. and honestly.” Tears were coming to my eyes. if this is the same Tre L. but it never happened. then beat upon by the rest of this unfeeling. I don’t know. “You’d be wrong on that.” Nora spat before wrestling with her hair. “Great. with her short brown hair going down the sides of her face.to maybe. I didn’t reply. but no. or my teachers for that matter!” “Tell that to me when she reveals herself. Not a thing has changed.” “Well. Mister Snark. instead just looking at her as she did this.
and wishing that she was Medusa. asking myself the same question. so I’d just get turned to stone then and there.“Not. I followed her. A.” “Who are you?” she asked coldly. . then walked to the language arts classroom. Thing.
After that. who dropped her books and looked in awe of me and Julianne. Nora's jaw dropped." She walked away in a huff. I yelped.chapter 38: et tu. she continued on down the hallway. HECK. "Nora!" I yelled after her. I was emptying my locker when Julianne came up to me and asked." "You just need to get over her. it's not what you think--" "Yes it is. "Tre. but all she did was turn around and give me the evil eye. she grabbed me by my collar and said. like she was mad at me about something. "What. "Nora. The. you're the most amazing boy in the world" and then went toward my face like she liked me or something. I want her to tell me it's over myself before I jump to any conclusions." I turned to find Nora. "Nora. which had a tear going down it." Julianne said this and kissed me on the cheek. "What the frak's your problem?" As I said this. I swear. lute? Later that day. . please believe me!" "Believe what? That you're replacing me with Lady Lilline? Because that's what it looks like to me. "So is this relationship you had with that Nora girl done with?" "No." Julianne said this in a way I'd never heard her talk before.
I was left with no one." "You're just naive. The girl of my dreams just left me because the girl I thought I could trust as a friend was just some hussy trying to get me to date her. A year ago I wouldn't have cared about it. You should have a real girlfriend. there are terms for people who do things like that to other people. you don't deserve her. simply unable to believe what'd happened. why did you do that?" "Because. "What?" "Please tell me."Why. but they're too mean for me to say. Tre. but at the time I felt like being alone ." I said lowly." "Nora was just as real." She did so and let go of me." "Stop that. just stop it." I walked away from my former friend. Now. "You know. little Tre. like me. probably moreso a girlfriend than you'd ever be. I just couldn't get myself to.
That night I laid on my bed. ripping them in half and throwing the stuffing around like some maniac with a disdain for pillows. and I took it out on my pillows. I then realized what I’d done. at least not to me. Those were the Shades.was a lot less satisfying than it was before. In a blind rage. The Blindsided Shades. Taking a dictionary from my shelf and Nora’s scissors. Suddenly. I then focused onto a bright green object. just doing nothing but think of what happened and what the frak I could do. I hurled myself around my room wrecking things and making a mess. the ones I received the Xmas before. and for that I could never redeem myself. but for whatever reason it seemed like I was lying to both her and myself all along. my prized possession. that dubious honor definitely goes to the fact that Nora thought I was cheating on her. not ever. I'd never lie to Nora. No. I felt mad at myself for being a liar. It sucked. I smashed the green thing to smithereens on my desk until it was an array of 21 green shards of plastic and glass. That wasn't even the worst part. were now nothing but a bunch . Yes. to say the least.
I didn’t think that things could get any worse with the situations I was dealing with at the time. not manly or whatever. I know. . but I’m not the type of person that just shrugs off your best friend turned girlfriend breaking up with you like it isn’t a big deal. As can probably be expected. when in reality it sort of is. I know.of pieces. once I realized what I’d done I broke down after that and just cried.
that's perfect." "Well." "Marvelous." "What about the rest of them?" "They've drifted apart via way of cliques and the teaming system." What the frak? "I love you more. "The plan is going along perfectly.chapter 39: i was wrong. Love you. "That would be wondrous. "The greener and his girl are done. Darcy. I planned to leave for the beach on Friday. I zoomed in with the camera as she put it on speakerphone while she went to microwave the fifth frozen meatball marinara sub sandwich I'd seen her eat that week. but I needed a substitute. She took out her cell phone and dialed a number. so there was no need to break them up. Alice. while I was recording Darcy. my little boy in blue. but I couldn't tell who it was because the phone kind of warbled their voice." The voice was familiar. The next day. she did something I'd not seen her do previously. Should I come there and finish the job that you splendidly began?" said the phone." . "Hello." Darcy stated.
Officer Wei-sher-bear."I'm not starting this. I ran like an Olympian. Yep. Darcy Bergsweier was not Darcy Bergsweier. Holy. I fumbled with it before getting a grip. I love you more. she was a puppet for Cow." "Please." "Bye-bye. she was really some chick named Alice. and when I did. Ugh." I dropped my camera. Suddenly. Panicking. just in awe of what I'd figured out. and she was working for (not to mention IN LOVE WITH) Carl Ollins Weisgerber. Instead. Besides. it all made sense. shocked by my discovery. call me Carl. . Crap. that is so squicktastic.
My signature ability was gone. if I were to ask you if you thought Bergsweier was up to something bad. without warning. Is he? I thought as I walked toward the table where a certain bushy haired guy was sitting at lunch. and I was left without an idea of anything to do at a time where I really needed an idea of something to do. he’s not going to. I had no plan ready. then said. not one. I had a bigger headache to deal with: I couldn’t think of a single plan. hi.” “Remember when I announced my intent to observe her?” .chapter 40: what could i do? The answer: I had no clue. what would your response be?” “I’d say you were a quack with no proof of your theory. No. Well. None of my former friends would believe my story.. and even though that wouldn’t seem like much of a problem.. No. “Go on. maybe one.” I said to him as I sat down. “Hello.” “But what if I actually did have proof this time?” He rubbed his chin for a moment. sipping the contents of a styrofoam cup through a narrow clear straw.” Grassy said. “Hypothetically. “Umm.
. started playing the video and passed it to him. I’ve tried. “Okay. his jaw dropped to the table. One minute later.” I said. “Can you text everyone?” “They won’t reply to anything I send. Emergency!” and sent it to the rest of the group.” I said. that means. Grassy took his iPhone out under the desk and typed out “Meet me on the benches at Alderney & Flanders after school. I recorded something you might wish to see. “Yesterday afternoon. Now. “So. all we need is for the rest of the group to come. I arrived at Alderney & Flanders to find the entire group at its near-former glory at the benches.” I said.” With that. Why?” “Well. “Well. do you think they’ll answer me?” he asked. “So.” I got my camera out.“Yeah. just as Grassy asked. taking the camera.” Grassy said. “We have to tell the others. so the messages went through. “It’s a possibility.. “When was this?” Grassy asked.” “Yeah. Trust me. it isn’t exactly the best of news.” Grassy said. why is it that we’re all here if we all don’t like each other anymore?” Max .
I blinked. we’re without a plan.” I said. and as a result.” “WHAT?!” they repeated. To my surprise.” “Uhhhhh. “Good question. Let’s just say Scoutmaster Mike didn’t like me all that much. they all were shocked.” I gave them the camera and played the video. “I can’t think of anything. “You’re not a Boy Scout. the resident cynic of the group asked. what are we going to do? You’re one to come up with things on the spot. it didn’t end well. “So.” “So.” Piper said. and Cow’s coming on Friday?” Nora asked. I think that this may change your perspective. “I shot the video yesterday. “What?” they all asked in tandem. .” I shrugged nervously. “I was. “How do we know that this isn’t doctored?” Max..asked. Scout’s honor.. Cromwell. then continued. I know you guys didn’t exactly agree with my beliefs on Bergsweier-” “Understatement. and I have no clue on how to use professional video editing software. “But.” Cici said.
pack your bags. perhaps?” Max asked. This is a time when we all need each other. Julianne is-” “A cold-hearted jerk who just wanted you as a trophy husband?” Nora smirked. Cow is a police officer now?” she continued. it’s a possible fallback.“Yeah. “It seems so. sighing. yes. “Nobody’s going anywhere. I couldn’t ever get married to that hussy. “Can we go to the Beanery and Creamery? It’s getting hot out here. Max. standing. “Well.” we said. “Especially you.” Cici .” Nora smirked as she said this.” I said. “I had a hunch. that’s exactly what she was. “Well.” Nora said.” Max muttered. We’re not exactly attempting to get arrested for truancy here. Eugh.” “I’m sorry for what happened. “Can you talk about your relationship issues and all that crap later? We’ve got to figure out what we’re doing on Friday.” I shuddered. Play hooky. “Aaaaand. and if you’re leading yourself to think so you might as well just leave now.” Grassy and I said this simultaneously. and we need to apologize to our friends. Tre. except for the whole ‘husband’ thing. We need a plan. “That may not be the best idea. we’re headed to juvie!” Max said. “Yeah.
Nora will murder me dead if I print hers. well. to say the least of it. “Good call. hi. and to make things just greater. so I attempted one of the worst things I could hold myself to: small talk. Eugh.” So. (They’re too embarrassing for me to print here. but I didn’t want to make it seem like I was rushing my point. we all went to the B+C (as it nicknamed itself) to discuss what we were going to do that Friday. Tre. I walked to tech next to Nora. and the conversation that ensued was rather awkward. Oh. Max stood by his idea. I knew what I wanted to say. it’s a moot point. .” Grassy said. Do they even have book censors? Whatever.) We all reconciled with each other over the next day. just the thought gives me shivers. rather unrealistic. I’ll get back to the story now. “Great fall weather we’ve had lately. “Let’s go. huh?” I nervously continued.asked. which (surprisingly) ended up being our final choice due to our other ideas being.” “So…” I was at a loss for words. “Umm.” “Hey there. Nora. not to mention she said it wasn’t gonna get past the book censors. catching up on each other’s business and all of that lovely stuff. After lunch.
) . then walks over to my bench. Well. do you think that it’s possible that we could. He sees me too. yeah. continuing to think of my situation and why it was happening this way. uh. I thought. I sat on the bench in Perdedor Park again that night. think that maybe we should wait for the others?” Nora said. “Oh. do you. when I spy a face I recognize.” “Now you know darn well I hate it when people call me that.buhbye!” I ran to tech after that mess was done with. er. uhh.” “Listen. Hi there. then proceeded to bash my head into the only Windows computer inside the class. resume…” I was sweating intensely. but people say I say things in a rather strange ‘sarcastically un-sarcastic’ fashion. “Resume… talking about the plan for Friday?” Dangit! No lives remaining. “Don’t you.” “Okay. absolutely. Sam. so I was just clearing that up.“Yes. “Resume… what?” Nora asked. sorry. that’sallIwanted. I would say so myself.” I said sincerely (I know it seems weird. “Hi there. Mr. Here it came. Falconer.youcangotoclassnow.
the guy seems to not know how to drop a grudge.” “Oh. I call it my “strange thinking face”.” “Eh. huh?” “Big time. Thinking. Well. “There’s a new guy in my apartment building. So. Normal stuff like that. I can’t help with the girl troubles.” “What happened?” Sam seemed interested. well. (Not very creative.” “I’ve been having girl trouble. indifferent-yet-moody one.” . and a bunch of other troubles. unlike most people I talked to. as I’ve not found a good female for myself. but what else?” “There’s this…” I paused to think of a way to say this without being too revealing. how much can a guy hate you if he’s new?” “We had a bit of a… squabble last Christmas at the Galleria. “I kind of accidentally tripped over his shoe and made him fall.” He sat next to me and glanced at my expression for a sec. and he hates me.“And what do you happen to be doing this evening?” “Just sitting.” “Oh. he still hates me. but who really cares?) “What’s wrong? You seem bothered.” “Well. at the time being a strange. and now I’m wondering what I can do to make this a wee bit better. I tried to apologize. but he went all nuts on me and ran me right out of the store I was in.
something I always say is to make sure you do what you feel is right in situations you’re not sure of. no. I laughed. huh?” “Um. even if you aren’t sure that it is.” “Well. then waved goodbye and headed down Alderney. It was nearing 5. However-You-Pronounce-That-Last-Name-Of-Yours. so I think I might need to get going. Mr. I had plans to go to the Beanery and Creamery with soon.” I checked my watch.” “You’re a good kid.” Sam said as I walked off. That talk gave me a bit of relief in knowing that not every teacher at Perdedor wanted my head. “Well.” “Good to know.“He doesn’t seem like the type to politely converse about the situation. Thanks for helping. . He’s a bit of a brute.
” Nora cringed as she said this. sighing. The only thing is. so that’s why I’m not gonna be at school. “But he’s my. When Marcy got the video. she watched the footage and then gasped. the guy didn’t pull it out of anywhere. “Tre said that your mom is working for Carl Weisgerber.” Marcy replied.” Nora said. I don’t know how that logic occurred to her. erm…” “Your what?” Marcy asked.” “I’ll try my best not to. “And please.” Nora said. “My mom is working for some sick creep? Good gawd.chapter 41: dingbat! “He told you what?” Marcy barked out suddenly. you dingbat. “Friend? Enemy? Humble acquaintance?” “He is my former… boyfriend and current friend of mine. She nearly dropped her phone from the news that Nora just spoke through its speaker. so she sent the video in a text message.” Nora had it saved on her phone. don’t tell your mom. . I’ll send you the video he showed me and then you can figure it out for yourself. also known as the security guard from the Galleria that basically wants to ruin all of our lives… except maybe yours. “Besides.” “I know that. but holy crap!” “We’re not going on Friday just to make sure that his plan fails. her voice perking up. do you believe the imbecile?” “I don’t know.
todos somos perdedores) .part nine: the best frakking day ever (or.
” “Am I the brute here? I’m asking seriously because I really wanna know.” Grassy intervened. “Why do you care. or Bergsweier’s.” I said. . you brute.” Grassy said.” “Can you two quit trying to eat each other? We’re not feral animals here. “I haven’t seen her today. dingbat? Besides. “Okay.chapter 41: thursday The third period bell rang as I slipped through the doorway to Alice’s. but it’s only because I like you. I am just fine with her not being here. but if she barked to her mom about the plan. fine. but why is it important? She’s trying to help us. I know about what my mom apparently is doing with a certain Weisgerber fellow. then I’ll have to take her head and burn it in a fire. did you tell her?” I asked.” I replied. “Nora. “Yes.” Marcy said. Marcy plopped her stuff down and sat at the desk adjacent to Nora’s and two chairs down from mine. “What’s she doing?” I asked. “Where’s the lady?” Max asked. or THAT TREACHEROUS SNAKE’s. whatever you wish to call her’s room and sat at my chair near the others. growling at Marcy. there’s no need to claim land. It’s like she disappeared or something. Grassy. “Well.” “Okay.” “I’ll have you know that I told my mother absolutely nothing.
” “Sounds like Bergsweier was leaving to make way for Cow or something.Mr. Pyle came in the classroom. firm yet not mean and calm. Ollins. and something else.” “Waitaminnit. but I couldn’t think of what. I’m Mr.” Piper said. . “My mom is a nurse and when she was going to grad school when I was nine I took a peek at one of her books. Ms.” “Hello. crap. yet frightening voice said in a very. Until then. guys. “How do you know?” Max asked.or not. very familiar mocking tone. Aw. Now.” I said. students. as he’s outside right now.” a deep. a strange sight. and you guys can talk quietly. Something is definitely up with this. as he’d only popped up on occasions he wanted to talk to us. “Wait. Measles takes three days to be diagnosed. so there’s a substitute teacher coming to fill in for her. I’m getting word that the sub is coming upstairs now-. Bergsweier is unable to come today because her kids got down with the measles. “Hi. we’ll have to wait.
now would we?” This was all in a voice much less human than he previously had. goontherewhydon’tyousir.” “I thought he was supposed to come on Friday!” Max whispered frantically.” Never has a math operation scared the crap out of me more than that day. As I pretended to do the work. Turn your books to page 193 and read from there to 200. We’re learning about… long division.chapter 41: xxxo “I think I might have taught some of you before. he wasn’t already). What have we got here.” I said nervously. well. “Well. of course. almost as if he’d become a sociopath or something (if. This was going to be a long class. “I did too! That’s what Alice or Bergsweier or whatever the frak her name is said!” I replied. sir. as you would say with your weird . “I’m not going to have any trouble with any of you today. then. I whispered to them. “Okay. am I? Because then I’d have to send you to Ms. ALGEBRA. a few talkers?” Cow said as he walked over to our table. We’re sorry. “What do we do?” “We blow the frak out of this popsicle stand. panicking. “No. Lizeman and we wouldn’t ever want that. and now I’m dealing with algebra as I write this as an 8th grader.
. class?” “Oh yes. “THAT! IS NOT! IMPORTANT!” As soon as I said it I covered my mouth with my hands at the speed of light. then Grassy. “Is there a problem?” “No.” Q followed. then smiling. Our heads fell into page 193 out of pure shock. I looked at Nora. who had it too. I’ve already warned you once before. “What’s a minced oath?” Piper asked. “Well.science fiction minced oaths. “Yup. Cow got up from his desk and walked over to me.” I said as fast as I could. my hands still on my face. Right. so you’re just going to have to report to DETENTION… NEXT PERIOD!” My eyes bulged and my jaw dropped. yup.” Max said briskly.” Damon yelled. if you wouldn’t mind. ready to take me down into the depths of the underworld. I started trembling. staring at me with a grin almost as if he were Beelzebub himself. the inconsiderate idiots will not shut up. who had the same expression. “You all are being very disruptive to the rest of the class.
but I already knew that. my watch showed 9:57 a. Tick tock. “Well.” “Yeah. I was hoping for the life of me tht my watch had some kind of crazy time-stopping feature I’d never discovered.” “I don’t think this is a time to be optimistic. not really. we’re going to be OK. was I crapping my pants. Pessimist. Nora whispered to me. gee. no… Well. .m. Mr. we can at the very least try. I started thinking about a song I once liked before realizing it was idiotic.” I said. but the party don’t stop. on its circular display. you get the idea. wouldn’t that be ironic. (Well.chapter 42: it’s so young. I was going to have to deal with a night-guard-turnedbatcrap-nuts-police-psychopath.) My palms started sweating intensely. “Whatever happens. nothing was going to do that. 9:58. holding her hand in mine. In three minutes. Out of nowhere. but still. 9:59.” Max snarked. because of the lack of dei ex machina here. And oh. on the clock. “It’ll be fine. it runs In a few black lines.” Grassy replied.
Grassy dug into his bag and grabbed two small springs. Moving as fast as I could. and as she did I jumped onto the nearest desk.The lunch bell droned from the speaker as my watch clicked as it always did when the hour changed. Did it hurt? In a word. I spun around to see what it was. . Q ran to me. and… BLAM! Before I knew it I’d found myself flying backwards and suddenly into the projector whiteboard on our wall. Q. then turned my left leg into her knees.” Cow said. “A little help would be great right about now!” I yelled before I felt myself falling down again. SOFRAKKIN’MUCH. but before he could get ahold of me I leaped once again. “Time for some fun.” Q said. I opened my eyes to find Shaniqua running toward me with an outward fist. this time to the desk to my right. Everybody except for us. “What are springs going to help us out with now?” Max groaned. Why aren’t they leaving?” I said. Damon and their friends exited. still with the same “Wait just a second.” A slight tap on the ground occurred. She fell with a yelp. this time at the hands of Damon. I turned my head just as she was about to hit it. “All of the tables except for you badseeds in the back may leave. “Because I hired them to give us some… help.
Max reappeared with a shiny red Swingline stapler in his hand. turning a normal stapler into the equivalent of a high powered stapler gun.” Grassy winked as he said this. “That was AMAZING. do your thing. He yelled in pain and turned around. and the other one into his back. throwing the stapler to Grassy in the process. can I borrow your stapler?” About a minute later. “You aren’t using that thing for nothin’. Grass?” “The spring inside the stapler now has about 60% more tension than the normal one I took out. “How’d you do that. “Hey.” Q yelled. “Well. there’s gotta be another stapler in here.” “How is that even possible?” Max asked. 4 of which stuck into Damon’s belt. Damon went down with a loud thud.” Grassy grabbed a red stapler from the bag and took out the spring inside it to replace it with one of the smaller ones.“This. running toward . It’s not. but couldn’t find any. 5 staples went flying. he then opened it up vertically and squeezed on the handle. “That’s the thing.” Max said. Closing the stapler’s top. Milton. “Grassy. He ran outside and yelled to some random dude. chickenboy. but just as he did so I grabbed a math book from under the desk’s chair and proceeded to whack it into his head. my old friend.” Max looked around.” he said.
I didn’t even know what it was I had . He’s probably a better shot than you’ll ever be with your fat. fine. SHIFT!” I ran through the back door immediately. “Hey. panicking. I thought repeatedly. This wasn’t just me running from bullies. OHGODOHGODOHGODWHYME. TretretretretretreTRE. and the others followed suit.” Q ran to me like a rhino toward its prey with his sights set directly on me. lumpy hands. spaz. then just as he got to me I sidestepped and pushed him right into the wall. “THERE IS NO PLAN!” I replied. I was running from the law. you little weasel.Max. if you got it. In other words: Bring.” I said.” Q said. or night guards. Sucka. “Oh. It. then bring it on. “You’re all idiots! You need to get yourselves together. don’t knock Cromwell. “PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” “Oh. You’re just asking for it now. Tre. a bunch of guys decked out in police gear barged into Bergsweier’s room and yelled. As he charged I looked at the path he was taking. “What’s the plan?” Nora asked. I’ll put it in stupid person. “Okay. you minuscule-brained imbecile. or pissed off teachers. Not ten seconds after this. then whispered something into the walkie he had on his belt. On. you idiots! Come on!” Cow said.” “Well.” “What? You’re gonna have to be more blunt with your insults.
panting as we did. “Let’s split up!” Max yelled. while the girls jumped down at the same speed. Do we make it home free? Will Cow and his mooks catch us? Turn the page to see the thrilling conclusion of STUCK AT SCHOOOOOOL! .” Nora said. “Alderney & Bertelsmann. We successfully got to the ground level without them on us. “Let’s hope so. but that was a longshot. “No. We got to the stairwell. I ran down the stairs. We did this while avoiding visibility through the stairs due to the fact that at least one of those guys was bound to have a gun. We all wanted it to work. guys! Let’s hope this works. opening the door. we’re sticking this one through. “Do you think we lost ‘em?” Nora asked. because we did not have plans to go to juvie after all of this time we weren’t dealing with crazy night guards turned police officers.” I said.” I said. We never left each other before and we sure as heck aren’t gonna now. If we could get there and down to Alderney & Bertelsmann we were as good as gone. with one destination in mind: the exit doors. Grassy and Max all sailed down the railing of the second staircase and cut a line through the 3rd floor’s landing.done wrong. but I had a feeling I hadn’t done anything. Me.
Sounds like the perfect description for a kleptomaniacal girl who just couldn’t keep her hands off of that cash. Did he believe I . get to the cash. “Well. we’ve got you good. Miss Irving. a couple of people who I believe were in riot control suits.” I replied angrily. don’t play coy.chapter 43: the shadow “PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” yelled a voice through a megaphone nearby. and get by without anyone suspecting you. you were wrong. well. “You are full of crap. I know your deal and I have known for a whole year now.” I started. You’re a freeloader who abandons people and then runs away from what you’ve done. you delusional hack. huh? Well.nearly all of Greyson’s police force. well. and rest assured.” “I do not steal things. We’ve got ourselves a big fat catch here. huh?” Cow said with a smirk on his face. Mr. or whatever your real name is. C-R-A-” “You be quiet. We opened the door to find the entire parking lot of the school just littered with a whole plethora of people . this was probably not going to end well. You’re just trying to defend her because you are her right-hand man. “Oh. “What are you talking about?” Nora asked. and the news. Tre. isn’t that right? You came up with this whole master plan to steal the security codes. Yeah.
I guess there’s nothing else we can do but run. in which case my friends over there will definitely be willing to use force. Turning the other way. but I saw a ladder to the roof around the corner. climb.” I took a step. . “Or. in this case.didn’t have ethics or something? Ha. As long as it doesn’t kill us. and I think I want to keep my head today. this idiot is honestly attempting to arrest you for some high-profile heist that I had literally nothing to do with. “Delusion? I’ve got tapes of all five of you at that heist on the Foley Bank vault. Is it worth running? He’s in charge of all of these guys. you can take the futile route and run. which caused a single bullet to fly near me. This is going to suck. Tre? I thought. so you might not want to toy with my emotions. “Well.” I turned to the left to look at Nora. who was more or less telepathically answering that with a look on her face that said. The exit toward Bertelsmann was blocked. You can take the easy way and do this without any pain or any attempts at resistance.” So. It was about 5 feet away. Or.” I whispered. What do you do. Your choice. “I’m offering you a choice here. thankfully. I found Grassy to have a similar look on his. thank you very much.
I looked below to see that everyone had managed to fit onto it and was following me pretty nicely. The gunshots got lower in frequency as the teams reloaded and began to give chase. Hence. I jumped onto it and then the ground in a bit of a one-two foot pattern. I saw that the awning on the other side of the building was slanted at the perfect angle for us to jump (and for them to. They were almost in a way like soldiers. they hadn’t got to us yet. “Look at their feet!” I yelled out to the rest of the group as I cut through the crowd walking down Flanders in the quickest way I knew. Gladly.I ran. so I ran toward them. but I had a feeling that they had cars. the other four following. not get their legs hurt by way of landing on them. I hoped. “CLEAR THE AREA! LEAVE FROM THE CROWD AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE!” a megaphone blared. They were rather slow though. you know. We got to the roof rather quickly. but not. . sprinted around the corner and toward the ladder. mainly because of all the bulky belts and police-thingamajigs they had on. no. no guns for them. Climbing the ladder as fast as I could. so I decided to take the more crowded route. almost like the pattern my running had established was continuing through my jumps. gunshot sounds and rapid footsteps following. by way of pulling each other up.
Reeling in pain. “You don’t need to know. This. “What’s our plan?” Max yelled out to me.The crowd began filing out to the left of the street. this left us right out of them like fish out of water. genderless voice replied. “All you need to know is that I’m here for one reason: to beat you at your very own game. I fell over on my head. almost like they were the Grim Reaper or something. in a daze. “Who are you?” I asked. Unfortunately. I thought I saw someone in a black hood and an all-black outfit with no visible face. “There is none! I have no idea what I’m doing--” POW! For whatever reason a telephone pole decided to materialize in front of my position out of nowhere. so we just gunned it again. only to realize that she or he or whatever it was wasn’t just something my imagination was subconsciously creating. This person was the real deal. ducking downward as a bullet screamed right over his head. hurt. as you can probably tell. I attempted to use my “kick in the legs and run” technique that I used on Shaniqua earlier with my left leg.” I snapped out of my daze. but they caught it and then proceeded to wrap . their faces confused.” a menacing.
Nora got up the stairs and gasped. Nora?” . I screamed in pain. I started running and they followed. “Are you okay?” I stumbled. I ran into some random apartment building and went up its staircase. Grassy. but then picked myself up. dragging my pretty much dead leg with me.” I ran to the pipes. my leg still in pain.” I looked to our right and saw a few hollow PVC pipes near a power line hanging over the street. Guess it might have just been a really. A slightly wussy. “I hope you know how to use a zipline. I guess. When they got down. When I got to the other side I jumped and turned to see Nora. but who knows is anyone’s guess. with Nora holding on to Max. Whoever it was. but got out of its hold by way of kicking them in the groin.me around the pole with it. Max. I ran weakly. really painful flesh wound. “What’s with that whole Max business. and Piper behind me. put one atop the line and slid downward. yet somehow still manly yelp occurred. I fell on my first step onto the gravel rooftop. but it at the very least hurt like heck. It wasn’t broken or anything. they were a guy. up to the roof in a desperate attempt to escape. but what I do know is that we’ve gotta go. “I don’t know. sparks flying behind me.
“Probably not.” I took a few good breaths as I said it. then?” “I have no ide-AH!” I felt a long sting on my leg and went down knees first.” I turned forward to see that the building was slanted at the edge with nothing but a ladder on the one next to it to land on after a jump.“I’m afraid of heights.” “Well.” The cloaked guy appeared when I turned around. Mr. “Call me… The Shadow. but not anything otherwise. The mall I could manage. And just a note. if you were smart there. Nora and Grassy propped me up and held my head up. but The Shadow caught his foot and knocked Max in the head with it. Piper attempted beating him with her pipe. what do we do. “Close? I’m already here. but he took it out of her hands when she lunged and sent it straight into her gut. because they’re starting to come close. eh?” Max tried to kick him. whatever we do.” Max said. Seeing this. I had to stop. VERY afraid of heights. . “What’s wrong?” “There’s no way all of us are going to make the jump together. “Are you sure you can go any further?” Nora asked.” Max said. Tre. you’d probably be a bit more careful about your decisions. we’ve got to do it fast. “You don’t scare us… whoever you are. “Well.
You three are lucky.“Tre. but twice. and the three of us all went down like three perfectly aligned dominoes. . because you all get to go to jail with your friends right next to you. the pipe swooped through our heads not once. there. Nora and Grassy. A perfect trio. I’d count your blessings if I were you. Soon enough.
” . Dear Idiots. “It’s got a nice view. then. Just the other four. The note was green. because you’ll be living here until I get the kinks worked out and you can go to your new home of Shortview. yes. a post-it note and a window. and it had a set of handwriting I’d spy from anywhere. Carl “Well.” Nora glared at me.” I said. we’ve officially been sent to juvie for no reason. “Yeah. “Okay. sighing along with me.chapter 43: how perty I awoke to find… not much.” “Whatever is so great about a near featureless void?” Nora asked. very much. sighing. Get used to it. Cow’s. Enjoy your stay. “I do know one good thing about it though.” Nora said. Like the 13th level of the Pert Building so far? I’m sure you probably do. This sucks. actually.
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