The Beckett House

Chapter 1: Mr. SoggyBottom

Decker's Point of View :

(Mr. Harris) - "Mr. Beckett, care to share whats on yor phone thats so interesting?"

I release a very heavy, auditable, sigh as I raise my head and roll my eyes. I could feel everyone's piercing eyes waiting for my response knowing I wouldn't let Mr. SoggyBottom get away with calling me out in front of the entire class.

(Mr. Harris) - "Well?"

Apparently I took too long to answer him because I could see his cheeks turn a light shade of pink making him look even more like a pig than he already does.

"Well, Mr. SoggyBottom, I find it rude that you interupt me while I sit here quietly not disrupting your class. Would you rather I start paying attention because you and I both know the second I do I'll call you out on your crappy teaching and bullshit methods. I can almost garentee you have no intelligence and that the teaching degree you display on your wall so proudly is either a counterfeit or should be revoked immediately."

I sit back in my chair and prop my feat up proud of my choice in words and not loosing my cool and throwing my phone at him and saying "HERE! FUCKING TAKE IT!" Like I originally planned.

(Mr. Harris) - "Is that all?"

"Yes sir, it is."

My tone is what some may call snarky but I like to call it flavorful.

(Mr. Harris) - "Good, now please escort yourself to principle Wilkins office. Now!"

He slammed his chubby fingers down on the desk trying to hasten my speed but instead I just flip him off as I close the door behind me.

I took my time getting to the office I didn't see any real reason to go straight there so I stopped outside of Kaz's class. When we made eye contact his head dropped and formed a smile. Although I couldn't here him I knew he chuckled. He knew exactly where I was headed.

Kaz is a good kid unlike me he's just childish at times. He was only 5 when mom passed away and wasn't expected to grow up like the rest of us. I mean we all expected him to catch up by now but I've come to terms with the fact that he's just a late bloomer when it comes to maturity.

* Knock Knock *

(Principle Wilkins) - "Come on in, Decker."

I entered and it looked as if he was disappointed to see me. I can't imagine how someone would be disappointed to be in my presence.

"How'd you know it was me?"

(Principal Wilkins) - "I've heard that knock one to many times to mistake it for another student. What did you do this time?"

"I didn't do nothing!" I state appaled that he automatically assumed I did something wrong.

He gave me the "that's bullshit" look so I sat down and told him what happened and how clearly I was innocent.

He started talking about respect and how Mr. Harris is a highly qualified bitch or something along those lines. Honestly I couldn't tell you because I didn't pay attention but his speech took forever to wrap up.

(Principal Wilkins) - "Am I clear?"

The three key words snapped me out of my trance.

"Crystal"

(Principle Wilkins) - "The correct response is "yes sir"."

He was clearly agitated but I figured I would push my luck anyways.

"I'm not in the mood for all that formal bullshit. I've been in this office so many times I might as well call you pal."

(Principle Wilkins) - "I refuse to argue with you."

He dialed one of my brothers. This could go two ways. He calls Rome and after they have a conversation Rome will yell at me some and take my phone. The other option is he calls Axel and after they have a conversation he'll come out fuming. Then when we get home he'll beat the tar out of me and ground me. While neither is ideal I'm obviously hoping for the first option.

The line rang and Principle Wilkins places it on speaker as someone picks up.

(Principle Wilkins) - "Hello, is this Mr. Axel Beckett?"

Shit, of course he chooses Axel.

(Axel) - "This is he."

I wasn't about to sit there and listen to Axel's anger increase evrytime Wilkins brought up another thing I did so I just left and sat in a chair outside of his office. Principle Wilkins was out within five minutes to inform me he was on his way. I'm assuming Axel was in a rush to get off the phone so he could start heading this way.

Axel was able to smack the back of my head before I ever realized he walked through the front door.

"What the fu-. Oh heyyy Axel, what are you doing here?"

No answer. Just a glare as he turned to enter the office.