Chapter 1

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-Marco's POV-

"Mom! I don't see why I have to go!" I yelled at my mom. She is really being unreasonable!

"Sorry, Marco. I don't have much of a choice. That little scene you pulled last week speaks for itself." Mom crossed her arms. 

"I punched one kid! I learned karate to defend myself, and I was defending myself! This was the first and last time it will happen. I promise." I pleaded.

"I hope it was the last time, but we're not taking any chances. Sorry, Marco. We don't have a choice." She tied her hair up to in a bun and straightened her blazer. "I have to get to work, hunny. Your bags are already packed. The bus will be picking you up at seven. I'll see you soon." She kissed my forehead.

"Bye." I said gloomily.

She walked out and drove away. I can't believe this! Wait, since you are just tuning into this story, let me rewind and explain.

-Last week. Echo Creek Academy-

I closed my locker. Today we ended finals and celebrating finally going home. No more drama. No more bullying. No more middle school.

"Hey, Mr. Loser! How's the girlfriend? Oh, wait! Jackie broke up with you!" Lars pushed me up against my locker. He was the idiotic school bully who is probably going to repeat the eighth grade for the fifth time.

"Great one Lars. It was just as funny as yesterday." I said sarcastically.

"Don't use your smart talk on me, nerd." He growled and squeezed my shoulder aggressively. "You might be smarter, but I'm the tough one. I could break you with a simple flick of my finger."

"Can you just take your idiotic self and move along. I don't want to miss the bus." I rolled my eyes. 

"Wrong move, safe kid. Wrong move." He swung me around and threw me across the hall.

At that moment, anger coursed through my veins. This was the last time he messed with Marco Diaz. As he towered over me, laughing, I jumped up. I wound up my arm and punched him right in the jaw. I expected to get a beat down after what I did, but Lars did the most unexpected thing. He started to cry. Like full out cry. I finally won, until—

"Mr. Diaz, Mr. Vanderdud. My office. Now." Principal Skeeves barked.

-The present. The Diaz house.-

Now I'm being sent to the Camp For Troubled Kids summer camp, or CFTK, to serve my sentence for the summer. Great.

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