Molotov Cocktail

New Places

"Now that we're school-less, do we have to find a new one?" Ryder asked, distractedly tossing a baseball up in the air and catching it.

"I'm assuming." Ace sighed.

"No, we don't have to get a new school. We just need to contact the Super Intendant of the school, tell them what happened and go back to school." I rolled my eyes, running a hand through my hair.

"I don't suppose you have them on your speed dial...?" Ace said, sarcastically, tugging on a golden wave of my hair.

"Shut-up. We own a phone book, dumb ass." Ryder said, tossing the book onto the couch.

"Make me a sandwich, Ryder!" I demanded as I began to skim through the front page of the large yellow book.

"That's your job..."

"I will remove your Testicl-"

"Fine, Strawberry jelly?"

"I won't eat it any other way..."

"Strawberry it is..."

It didn't take long before I was on the phone with the super intendent.

"Super Intendents office, this is Ashley, how may I help you?"

"I need to speak with the Intendent immediatly, it's urgent."

"Please hold."

Classical music blared through the phone. Somehow, it just made me angry.

"This is Mr. Kane, how may I help you?"

"Hello, my name is Phoebe Pike, I was expelled earlier this morning."

"Why were you expelled, Miss. Pike?"

"My Vice Principal assumes I blew up her car with a bomb or something."

"She thinks you did what?"

"She thinks that my friends Ryder, Ace and I, blew her car up with a bomb."

"You're kidding me."

"I'm one-hundred percent serious."

"How old are you guys?"

"We're seniors."

"Advanced in Science or any form of Technology?"

"We're seniors..."

"Right, um, I'll just pull up your records..."

"Go ahead, they're pretty colorful."

"Wow."

"I wasn't lying..."

"Alright, the worst you've done is spray paint a picture of a middle finger on her ceiling?"

"Correct."

"And what did she do to deserve that, Miss. Pike?"

"She gave me an F on a creative writing paper."

"Would you mind emailing that to me?"

"If you want, but can we get to the more pressing issue?"

"Of course."

"Make her let us back into school."

"Did the police prove you did it?"

"No, we didn't do it in the first place. They can't prove something that isn't true."

"Ah, of course. I'll make a call and we'll plan a meeting for tomorrow at lunch time?"

"We'll be there, sir."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you."

"Have a good day!"

"You too."

The line died, and I turned towards Ryder and Ace with a triumphant smile.

"Please, tell me he said that you're insane for wanting to go back to school." Ace complained.

"Nope, we've got a meeting with him and the whore tomorrow at twelve!" I smiled.

"I hate you, Phoebe..." Ryder sighed, hanging me my sandwich.

I simply smiled as I bit into the soft bread.