I n f l u e n c e *On Hold*

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11:20 AM

-He did what?! -, Jack yelled with frustration in his voice, it cracked a little from shouting and it was obvious why he did it, -I'm going to kill him. -he continued shouting to himself while his wife was standing there trying to calm him down, so they don't embarrass themselves even more.

-Are you sure it was him? -Elle tried to deny, -I know Derrik is not the best student this school have had, but he wouldn't smoke. -she explained her side of the story. Mother in denial. Thinking she failed as a mother because he was caught smoking. It is not a thing any parent would be proud of, but it's hypocritical considering the fact that Jack himself smokes. And he's hanging out with principal Dunne right now because his son was caught smoking cigarette.

-I'm sure you don't want to believe it, but I know Derrick, and it was him. Your son was also being childish by running away from me with his friend. -, principal Dunne stated and took a sip of coffe, -I'm sure you can talk to him, with my help. It's my priority for children of this school to grow healthy. -

-Where are, um, where are the other kid's parents? -Jack asked when he calmed down enough. He wasn't shaking anymore, -And where is Derrick? -        

-For some reason, the other kid's parents couldn't come. They never have time to come. And your son is waiting in the hallway. Also you can go now, I said what I had to. I will be sure to call you if something happens. -he babbled as he walked Derrick's parents out where Derrick patiently waited.

His father eyed him from bottom to the top, not bothering to say anything as he was disappointed. -We are having a serious talk when you come home. -Elle scared Derrick with her words, walking away with her husband. Derrick knew what is going to happen, his social life will be gone in couple of hours and it's all because of Spencer. He's not sure if he's more mad at Spencer or at himself for going to Spencer, after all, it was his choice to take that cigarette and smoke. But at the other hand, he wouldn't have took it if it wasn't for Spencer. 

-Derrick? You there? -Familiar voice'woke' Derrick up, it was Ingrid, -You okay? -Derrick looked confused at her, still trapped in his own mind.                                                                                  -Yeah, yeah I'm okay. Just thinking about stuff, I have to go now. -He quickly grumbled and left Ingrid alone.

-Derrick you're going the wrong way, English is this way. -Ingrid stopped him from running away, not knowing that he actually wanted to skip class.   -Oh, it is? -, he played stupid, -Let's go then. -

11:45 AM

-Many people have theories on Shakespeare, thinking that maybe it was all for an act. -, English teacher, Mr. Ovard was babbling about Shakespeare, -Handwriting was different in each poem and story he wrote, but it's all a legend. We know that Shakespeare was an English writer and an actor, we have pictures of him, but could it all be an illusion? That's where you guys step in. Paper due Friday on this bizarre story. -Her stated as he sat on his desk, watching over everyone, smiling a little knowing how many F's he's going to give.

Ingrid turned to Derrick who was completely zoned out. She tried insensibly waving, but he didn't notice her. Once she realized that it's pointless, she stopped, still looking at Derrick.                                                         -Miss Cullen! -Mr. Ovard yelled, slamming his book onto Ingrid's desk, making both, Ingrid and Derrick jump, -I suppose that you don't need this class, that you know everything. Is that right Ingrid? -He asked her, looking mad with his brown,saddened eyes.                                                               -I very much need this class, to graduate. -Ingrid answered, but not the was he expected nor wanted.           -Then, would you like to consider being quiet if you don't want to fail this class. You don't even know how easy it is to fail English, and how pathetic at the same time. -he stated and left her alone as he sat, once again, on his desk. -You should all start working on this paper. We have nothing left to do for today. -he pleaded and everyone started doing what he said since no one wants to get on his bad side.