"Praying is forbidden here. You know that."the words came bitterly out of the principal's mouth." It was a force of habit."he said. Since the whole world, it seemed, belived in Theonara, Malik was a loner Christian. None of his friends stood with him on the fact that people should be free to religion. The principal had a sour look on her face. A discussed look. Her hair was pinned up in a gray bun. She was wearing a plum suit. Her heels were the same color as her suit. Ms. Stenchbottom was a very strict principal. If one kid was even told on for praying or doing something christianly, they would get suspended.
Malik's POV
What had happened in her life? Why was this woman so bitter inside? Full of hatred? Had something terrible happened? Had she blamed it all on God? Many people do this. Had Ms. Stenchbottom done it too? I was full of questions for this woman. She had a lot of explaining to do. Why were these people so against Christianity? " You must learn from your mistakes." Ms. Stenchbottom said. " That's why were sending you away to camp Theonara. There you will learn to love, honor,and worship Theonara. We won't be hearing of that God nonsense anymore." " Ms. Stenchbottom, you can't do that.!!!!!!" I accidentally screamed. That got me into more trouble. So, now I was going to some flipping summer camp to force me into believing in Theonara and I have detention. That s just dandy. You know. Honestly, I could care less about what happens to Brittany. She's a jerk. We all knew that from a start. This is the start of what I thought was nothing. When I was packing for the summer camp, a red Corvette drove by. Bill , of coarse, with Brittany. Why had they showed up. They wanted something.
I walked out side, and as soon as our eyes made contact, some thing negative came out of his mouth. "Hey jerk face."Bill said sourly. I couldn't focus on what he was saying and his shoes at the same time. Those things were so shiny. I mean, who wears bright orange glossy shoes in public? If I wore those in pubic, it would be like social suicide;for him it's like a whole new level of popularity. I don't get it! "Sorry, can you say that again? Your voice was too quiet over the loudness of your shoes."I said smartly, but as soon as those words left my mouth, I knew I was going to regret it. Bill tightly held my neck with a strong grip, and dragged me up my own wall. I could feel my windpipe crushing under the strength of his grip and all I could think about was Brittany. How could she do this to me? I mean I know she left me for him, but she should at least try to be a little nice to me. "Shnoochums, that's enough playing with your other toys today. Don't forget about me." she made that pouty face that ,like i said earlier, no man can resist." OK. You're right." Bill said with a snicker. As they were walking back to his car, Brittany gave Bill that naughty little look that sent Bill to squeeze her butt right to the point were I could see it. That sick girlfriend stealing pervert! At least now I knew what she meant by toys.
