𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕝

Prologue

Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell... blah blah blah. It's always the same thing with Mr. Mitchell. We never learn anything scientific or useful.

The value of X in this equation is 135 because... blah blah blah. Again, the same crap with Mrs. Grendel. I learned this in eighth grade, no use for this in 11th grade.

Come on! Run five laps around the court now! You! FRUSCIANTE, MOVE YOUR LEGS TO THE COURT! THE BENCH WILL NOT HELP YOU PASS MY CLASS!

Fat-ass Coach Pete yells, but he never does anything either so I ignore him and sit on the bench until he walks up to me. Kids around us look at me and start to laugh since I'm gonna get in trouble once again this week with him.

"What?! I don't feel good today and I don't need your stupid P. E. class to survive out in the real world. This is a fucking nightmare." I mumble loud enough so he could hear me, shoving my hands on the pockets of my denim jacked.

"What did you say to me, boy?"

"What? How has P. E. helped you if all you do is eat Twinkie's with coffee and sit on that chair all day long?" I point at a rusty, fold-up chair that rests in the middle of the gym.

"You can't talk to me like that, I'll send you to the principal's office if you keep being disrespectful."

"I'm fine with that, Blubberito. I do wonder what will happen if you drop your keys." I take his keys from his pocket and drop them to the ground. His face instantly turns red.

"GET OUT OF MY GYM NOW!" I giggle as I walk away to the door. Before I leave, I turn around and lean against the door, looking at how much he struggles to get his keys.

"HEY, BLUBBERITO! YOU SHOULD JOIN THE KIDS TO DO THOSE LAPS, LOSING A FEW POUNDS COULD BE GREAT FOR YOU IF YOU DON'T WANT TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK AND HAUNT US ALL HERE!"

Everyone in the gym laughs at my insult, I run to the office as soon as he makes eye contact with me. When the assistant sees me, she sighs and cocks her head to the side.

"What did you do now, Johnny?"

"Well... I kinda defended myself from Blubberito." She laughs and shakes my hand with a bright smile.

"God, he is so annoying! I don't know what you said or did to him but you just made my day!" I look behind her shoulder, the principal stood there.

"Cindy, thank you... John, come to my office." I nod and walk through the little assistant's office space to get to the Principal's office.

"Mrs. Creed... I am sorry. I didn't mean to get in trouble today. I mean it this time, I want to be good today, I don't want to get in trouble anymore."

"John, it's not about that... Yesterday all the school board, teachers and me had a meeting regarding you. We came to the conclusion that if your behavior doesn't improve, than the best thing for you to do is to drop out. No other school wants you, no one wants you in their school because of your behavior."

"Okay. I will talk to my mom about this."

"You can go home, there's nothing for you to do here today." I nod and walk out of her office with my good mood now crushed and feeling more than upset.

Cindy pulls me in a quick hug before I leave. Since I started acting like an asshole, Giordano, my step-dad doesn't drop me off at school anymore so I have to walk around eight blocks to get home.