I'm the type of person that could themselves out of any kind of trouble depending on the situation at hand. Depending on who was behind me, the situation could go either way.
"I called you." The voice said.
Whoever this was obviously didn't know who they were talking to all crazy like that. I turned around and it was the principle, Mr. Black.
The name suited him well because he was really black. I think he's from Nigeria or something. He's pretty funny looking. He has a big nose with a huge dome piece to match an he's probably about 5'6 or 5'7.
He's always on my case. Why? I don't know. He's had it in for me ever since I got here.
"Hey Chrome Dome. Haven't seen you in a while."
"Why are you in the hallway?" He asked giving me a dirty look.
"Why do you care? It's no business of yours."
"Of course it is. This is my school."
"Last time I checked your name wasn't in the building." I laughed.
He hated it when I had a smart remark to make. That one vein would always pop out of his neck. I loved stressing him out.
"Don't you have some paperwork that needs to get done?" I asked with the fakest smile on my face.
He let out a huge, irritated sigh and looked as if he had something to say. He didn't say anything obviously knowing I'd have a comeback ready.
"Why are you still here?" I laughed. "I'm kinda waiting for somebody."
"And who might that be?"
As soon as he asked wheelchair boy walked out of the nurses office.
"Ahh. Mr. Tyrell. How are you?" Chrome Dome asked.
So his name is Tyrell. That's cute. At least I don't have to keep calling him wheelchair boy anymore. I feel like calling him that was starting to get rude.
"Hey Mr. Black." Tyrell said uninterested.
"It was Tyrell. I was waiting for him." I said to Mr. Black.
I walked over to Tyrell and hoped he would just go along with it.
"Yeah she's with me today." He said flashing a smile at me then at the principle.
The bell finally rang for class to start. That was the longest 15 minutes of my life.
"Well that's the bell. We better get to class. Bye Chrome Dome." I said waving a little goodbye in his direction.
I could tell that really got him irritated. I started laughing and heard Tyrell join in.
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The Crippled Savage
Ficção AdolescenteHe had been diagnosed with cerebral palsy from the time he was born. Even growing up as a child he hadn't let his disorder get in the way of him living his life. Over the course of the years up to his 18th birthday he had turned into a heartless sav...
