Life is no Game.

Our Punishment.

*Lol. The picture and title are both references to the movie "The Punisher"*

After the fight the five of us were sitting outside of the principal's office. I turned to look at Alex staring at the ceiling thinking of who knows what he thinks about. Jean was probably thinking of what awaited behind the door and at home. When I turned to look at Mason he looked up and gave me a sinister smile. I just gave him my signature grin which showed respect. Then I looked at Nicki. I felt as if she felt guilty. She probably thinks that she got us in a hell of a mess. Like always I was right. She looked at me and mouthed the words "I'm sorry".

I got up and walked towards her. I then kneeled in front of her, looked her in the eyes and pet her hair. She just giggled and pushed me away. I then sat back down. I started to laugh under my breath. After that everyone started laughing lightly. Then light laughter became into the biggest laugh fest ever. The secretary across the hall which was looking at us couldn't bare the fact that even when in deep trouble we were still laughing. So she also started giggling.

Then our laughter was stopped by the principal's door slowly opening. He then called up Alex. Alex with a sigh got up and walked into the office... The principal slamming the door behind him.

Derek:Hey guys when it's my turn to go in stand next to the Door and listen to what I'm going to say OK. I'm going into cloaked violation mode.

Jean: Alright! Can't wait to hear what you have yo say.

Mason: *facepalms*Don't you think you're in big trouble already. You are just going to make it worse.

Derek: *sticking tung out* So. Might as well go down with a laugh.

After Alex came out everyone else was called in and the principal left me for last.

*I walked in to the office, looked back with a huge grin on my face and closed the door.  As soon as I closed it I could here everyone's faces pressing against the door*

*I sat down and almost had a heart attack. I forgot how ugly our principle was. He was a fat, blocked face man, with big sturdy arms that always wore a dark grey suit with a crimson red tie. He has a major stomach problem. His name is Marshall D. Teach.*

Marshall: *sigh* You do know why you're here right?

Derek: Actually I don't know. Please Mr.Teach enlighten me.

Marshall:How could you start a fight with that kid. Do you know his parents?

Derek: No and why would I care who they are?

Marshall: His father is a cop and his mother is a lawyer. You could get sued for every penny you have. Assuming that you even have a penny.

Derek:  OK listen here swamp ass... YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I CAN RUN THIS SCHOOL BETTER THAN YOU. YOU SPEND MORE THAN HALF THE SCHOOL DAY IN THE BATHROOM TAKING A DUMP. YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM AND YOU BASICALLY DON'T CARE. SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE SITTING ON THE TOILET.

*the next thing I could hear was the uncontrollable laughter of my friends from outside the door. They accidentally opened it and came tumbling inside the office. As soon as they saw the principals face they stopped laughing. His face was completely red and probably steaming hot*

Marshall: ALL OF YOU WILL BE CLEANING THE CAFETERIA UNTIL IT IS SPOTLESS FOR THE NEXT MONTH. NOW GET OUT OF MY OFFICE BEFORE I HAVE TO KICK YOU OUT.

*every one dashes out except for me. I slowly walk towards the door. I then look back, Marshall's eyes still focused on me.*

Derek: want me to bring you some toilet paper?

*I then closed the door before he had the chance to say another word.*

*Looking at each other for a few seconds in extreme quietness*

Alex: burned. #rekt

Mason: yeah what happened to "cloaked violation mode".

Nicki:*giggle* swamp ass.

*we all then started to laugh ourselves out of the building on our way home*