Three Brood Instigators

20. Canoeing

"DENG-FOOK RESTAURANT IN CHICAGO SPARKS QUESTIONS TO FELLOW CHICAGOANS"

"THE OLYMPIC COMMITTEES ARE STILL INVESTIGATING THE RUMORS OF 'MACHINE PADDLES'  FOR THE UPCOMING CANOEING OLYMPICS"

"BILLIONAIRE FREDERICK HASSENBOW'S NEW 'AMOURSE' HOUSE SPECULATED TO BE WORTH 10 MILLION"

With two badges, Wilkes managed to get three different worksheets to work on from three different teachers. He only ate the main course of his school lunch and immediately went to the library. After filling the first sentences on each paper, he scratched his own head. Coach Rockwell can already sense his arduous work.

"So it seems you got papers, dear boy," Coach Rockwell approached.

"Oh," Wilkes said, standing up. "Good afternoon, sir."

"Wilkes, sit," he said. After sitting. "So, Wilkes, how are you feeling?"

"Uhm... just enthusiastic sir," Wilkes responded.

"I see," he understood from that response. "Say, Wilkes, out of these three worksheets, which one are you mainly targeting for?"

Wilkes questioned his point, which one. His answer wasn't which, but how, "Well, sir, I feel like I would do all three at once."

"And bumble your own head, boy, are you serious?" he questioned.

"Uhm.........yyyyyeeeesss?" Wilkes awkwardly responded.

Coach Rockwell inhaled after hearing Wilkes' expression. He said, "Wilkes, you need to learn that to achieve things, it is not only about time management, but also self-improvement. I am afraid you will stress out with this."

"But sir... I want to aim for the eagle scouts..." Wilkes made his ambition

"You will get there, I believe that, but not this way, dear boy scout," he said, and it hit Wilkes in the feels. "And also, I have an opportunity for you after school," Coach Rockwell offered, Wilkes listened. "And I want you to focus on that when you receive it, see you at gym class."

CLAYNE KICKED HIS STOMACH WITH HIS KNEES AND PUSHED HIM TO A BRICK WALL. He interrogated that jerk. "YOU WANT SOME MORE!!" he asked closely, and pressured him harder. "COME ON, YOU JERK! YOU STILL THINK SHAMING ME IS A GOOD IDEA!!"

"IT IS A JOKE, MAN!!! CHILL!!" the jerk attempted to defuse.

"Well, guess what," Clayne stated, PUNCHED HIS NECK, the poor jerk regretted after feeling that torture. "I hate your stupid jokes! All you school kids!!"

"At, at least you will get fame," the jerk amused at the wrong time, causing CLAYNE TO KICKED HIS CROTCH. The jerk lied on the allew floor, and Clayne stepped on his ribs. "NO! NO! NO!"

"Delete that footage!" Clayne intimidated with his yellow angry teeth.

"I... I... I..." the jerk panicked.

CLAYNE THEN STEPPED HARDER. "DO IT!!"

"Hey, C!" Herman called. "What ya doing to that poor spoiled brat?"

"Mind... your fucking... business, H. This guy planned to shame me with his phone and upload it to some guy on Facebook!!" Clayne angered, stepping the jerk harder.

"Ah, well, you are right. I guess he deserved it," Herman said. "I have something, it is very interesting—I saw on the news."

"I don't want any of your gigs, H!" Clayne said. "I want to look at this poor fucker crying!"

"NO, NO, NO, PLEASE!" the jerk begged.

"Come on, Clayne. Let's play some sports," Herman chilled. "I heard there is money, lots of money to pay for us."