Being A Cooper

Chapter 2: I Need What?

"Mr. Cooper, do you know who I am?"

"Not one bit", I said as I was talking to some guy in a suit.

"I am the leader, the head in charge, I am the principal", said Principal Waltz.

"You can call me Principal Waltz, and nothing else."

"Sure, whatever."

I began to feel irritated with every second passing by. I knew that my uncle was on his way and I really didn't feel like hearing his mouth. He had a big one. I didn't do anything. Those fucking seniors started to fuck with me, I just had to piss. It's always me.

"I see that you have made some new friends while attending this school and on your first day", said Waltz.

"Great students you have here", with a smirk on my face.

"You do understand the rules about fighting at this school?"

"Yeah, its not to get your ass kicked, especially by upper classmen." I told him in a serious manner.

"I see your a jokester, Mr. Cooper, i used to be just like you, but then i got my act together and didn't pay attention to petty bull." he told me.

"That's your own lifetime movie, sir. I have my own bull to deal with." I told him.

Then principal Waltz got up from his chair and sat right in front of me on his desk. I noticed he had a boner coming from his slacks. He wasn't turned on by me, but by the receptionist. Fucking pervert I knew it. I was done at that point listening to him.

"Mr. Coopers Uncle is now here, would you like me to send him in?" said the receptionist.

"Oh yes, yes send him in thank you." he told her.

"Boy! What the hell did you do now? I got a call at work saying you got into some kind of fight!?"my uncle said.

"Yeah but it wasn't my fau...."

"I don't want to hear that shit again Anthony, its never your fucking fault." he told me.

"You must be his uncle Bernard", said principal Waltz.

"Yes, how are you doing, you must be the principal?" my uncle said to him.

"Yes I am, please have a seat." the principal told him.

The principal kinda looked like a cross between Samual L. Jackson and Ice Cube, fucking wierd. Who the hell put him in charge anyway. I was looking around his office at some of the old pictures of previous principals and a i noticed a picture on his desk. It was of his family, his wife, his 2 daughters, and his son, aka the guy who just tried to fight me.

"These is your family?" my uncle said.

"Yes, my wife, 2 daughters, and my son Mike, who is currently attending this school as a junior." he said.

"Junior? I thought he was a senior?" I yelled at him.

"And how would you know this?", the rpinciapl said.

"Becaus he was the dude who i fought in the bathroom, and the reason why I'm here."

"Nonsense, my son doesn't participate in nothing but basketball, not your childish acts, and he's a junior at this school. He should be an inspiration for you."

"Whatever bro" I whispered.

My uncle slapped me upside my head. "You better watch yo ass your already on thin ice."

"Has he already had behavior troubles at home?", the principal said.

"Well ever since...." my uncle began.

I got up and left the room to sit back in with the sexy ass reciptionist. My uncle just shook his head and continued.

"Ever since his mother died and his dad walked out, he never was the same. He was an excellent student getting nothing but A's B's and kept a high G.P.A. But nothing was the same after what happened so he just turned." my uncle told the principal.

"I'm sorry for what happened to him. He will still have to serve detention along with whoever the counsler saw with him at the time. But i think i may have a solution so that he won't cause any more problems." hte rpincipal told my uncle.

"i'm open, anything to keep from me having to constantly coming back up to this school on my work hours."

"Counsling," he said.

"Counsling? Like some Dr. Phil shit?" my uncle said.

"Well something like that, just after school counsling with one of our counslers just to see where Mr. Copper is and how he is going to do with his time being here." the principal.

"Hey,  if it works and  if it makes him alot better so that I won't have to keep dealing with this shit." my uncle said.

I saw that my uncle and the principal came out laughing with each other. My uncle still had a serious look on his face. I could teel that he was still mad, but he had a calming expression. I saw him peaking over at the receptionist, thirsty ass.

"We talked it over, and you my little thug, is getting counsling." my uncle told me.

"What the hell?! I don't need counsling!" I said in a raged voice.

"Your going and your going to like it, otherwise I'll let Mr. Waltz handle it." my uncle told me.

"Why me? Why do i have to do this crap?"

"Because it's going to help you with the rest of your time at this school and later in life." the principal told me.

"Sir you have a call waiting on you on the other line." the receptionist said.

"Thank you I'll take it in a minute, also Mr. Cooper, you still have detention after school, so you will start counsling tomorrow after school. I must take this call, but it was nice meeting you..."

"Bernard, and it was nice meeting you Mr. Waltz." my uncle said.

"Please, call me Frank, now young man get back to lunch." Waltz said.

I was angry at both them, you could tell it on my face. Fucking bitch asses sending me to Counsling, which i don't need. I got into one fucking fight with the principals' son and i get most of the blame for it.

"And I will deal with you once i get off of work, i don't want to hear any more shit from you. You better fucking get your act together before i leave this place or so help me I'll smack the shit out of you, I make myself clear?"

"Whatever" I told my uncle.

"Hehehe you really know how to test me don't you?" my uncle said.

My uncle left, but not before slipping the receptionist his number and name on it. perverted ass. It was still around 12:35 and lunch was still going on. I was walking down the hall when i saw the counsler talking with Mike and his group of friends. I decided to ignore them,but not before giving them a big FUCK YOU finger to them. They got pissed automatically.  And I walked back into the lunchroom and sat down and naturally my friends wanted to know what the hell happened to me, and why I was gone so long.