Plotting Pt. 2

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Axel kicked the door in for maths when the school bell rang for class over. "Watch yourself, Axel", his teacher, Miss Keliher, said, "Or you will be spending the weekend repairing the door, not going on that trip". Axel made faces as she called after him and headed to his next lesson: double P.E. Axel didn't mind P.E., but it was hard for him to do as he was a smoker. Usually, after his lessons, he would spend the next fifteen minutes coughing his lungs up. He headed into the P.E. hall and changed into his gear which consisted of a white t-shirt with the school crest on and white basketball shorts. Axel hated the jocks and wished they would take their heads out of their asses. They got away with murder in his school. One time, a football jock had beat some kid up after school and the kid reported it and jock just got a slap on the wrist. It made Axel's blood boil and wished someone would do something about it. He got in and out of the changing room as fast as he could and sat on the bench until the teacher came out. Axel sighed as he saw a group of jocks giving praise to one of them who had gotten away with flushing some kids glasses down the toilet. This was Axel's chance. It was time. "Yo, fuckheads", Axl said, trying to sound confident.One of the jocks turned and laughed at Axel, "Yeah?"."You guys are just total jer-offs, you know that?", Axel said, bunching his fists up in case of a fight.One with black hair looked at Axel, "Your just one of them, so why the fuck does it matter to you?". "I don't like bully fucks like you", Axel said, "And you get away with it".The jocks just laughed, the black-haired one shoved Axel back. Axel was about to throw a punch when the teacher and coach, Mr Brethen got in. "Break it up", the tall teacher said, "If you're going to fight, do it down the street as the school has no insurance".Axel looked the black-haired jock in the eyes and spat in his face and walked off. It was time they got some karma back on them. 

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