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