Three Brood Instigators

1. The Friendship Circle

Chapter 1: Childhood

It's August 2011 in the Shifuxer Academy. "Pastuzo Langton," the principal said his name. "Does it help to have someone you could talk to?"

"Well, someone I could talk with? Someone?" Pastuzo asked. "I have to be very honest with you, Principal. You are just the most ignorant and brainless principal anyone could ever have."

"Oh boy, here we go again," the principal spouted.

"Cut me some slack, Principal Silas. It wasn't me! Honest!" Pastuzo defended himself.

"Cut some slack?! I don't know what your issues are with our baseball players, but they are promoting a good image for our school. You need to grow up and stop acting like a child!" the principal exclaimed.

"Stop acting like a child? Dude, those jockeys are nothing but a bunch of slackers! And I didn't stash flour in Bart's locker; it was Fhadey!"

"How much of this nonsense should we hear each week?" the school secretary moaned.

"It wasn't me! Principal Silas, you gotta listen to me! Fhadey should be the one to be blamed. That idiot thinks he can run the school, and yet you bozos think I am the one who started this chaos in this academy?! If that's not enough, go blame Faka, that rich muck, or blame Trent, that disgusting butthole, or if that's too hard, go deal with Bart yourselves, you bozos!" Pastuzo ranted.

"You watch your mouth, young man! That is not how you talk to the principal!" the secretary scolded.

"We are trying our best for you, Pastuzo. So I want you to STOP WITH THIS NONSENSE OR WE WILL CALL YOUR PARENTS!" Principal Silas warned.

"Stop this nonsense or we will call your parents," Pastuzo ridiculed and imitated. "Ah, screw you, Principal Silas Bitch, you always think this school is so colorful when it's a dump!"

"THAT'S PRINCIPAL SILAS BETCH TO YOU!" The principal slammed the table. "Mind yourself, Pastuzo!" the principal scolded. The principal couldn't take it any longer; he pointed at the door. "I have enough of your nonsense! This is your warning, Pastuzo! Don't make me clean your nose! Get out!" and demanded Pastuzo to leave his office.

"Fine! Whatever! Surely, everyone thinks there is nothing wrong with the Shitfucker Academy anyway!" Pastuzo left with demise, like a rock troll.

A kid was still eager to meet his friends for Call of Duty playdates after scoring an A+ on his Literature test. Kevin Levi snuck behind the kid's backpack and stole the bottle from his side pocket. "Oh, come on, man!" the kid struggled as Kevin raised the water bottle upwards for the kid to take it.

"What you gonna do, Peabo?" Kevin bullied in the school hallways.

"Oh, come on, man, not today!" Peabo begged, struggling to reach for the bottle against Kevin's height and age.

"Yeah, what you gonna do, Peabo?" Pastuzo shoulder-bumped Peabo's back, making Peabo fall. Pastuzo grinned and gave Kevin a five for the action. "Who names their kid Peabo?"

"Give my bottle back! My mom bought that for me!! I don't want to make her mad!" Peabo begged in sweat.

"Oh, did mommy do that to ya? Haha!" Pastuzo bullied and bumped fat Peabo with his body.

"Oh, Mr. Egret!!!" Fhadey reported a teacher out loud.

"That freaking loser!" Pastuzo enraged and intimidated Fhadey up closely. "You will regret what you did, you scum!"

"Hey, I wasn't the bully! You got what you deserved!" Fhadey rebutted.

"Will this ever stop with you huh, Edinburgh? WILL IT! YOU'RE A MORON!!" Kevin stood by Pastuzo.