Chapter 3

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Chapter Three

          Just as I’m about to be attacked by Hesh’s friend, Brodie, the door I was trying to escape through opens up. “What do you think you guys are doing? The six of you, my office, NOW!” It was the principal who walked in, dressed in a suit and tie. He was extremely tall without much weight.

          “Envy started it, he tripped me in the hall,” Hesh lied.

          The principal looks to Hesh and says, “I’m sorry I doubted you. You six just get to class and let your teacher know you were talking to me so you won’t be tardy.” Hesh and his friends exit the room.

That’s so not fair, why do they never get in trouble for hurting me? It’s one of the things I’ve noticed about school here in the dome; the upper classes rarely get in trouble plus they are treated a lot better. Another thing I noticed; the seniors are outnumbered. The majority of people are freshman, then there’s less sophomores than that, less juniors than sophomores, and less seniors than juniors. I hadn’t yet been able to figure out just why that was.

          “As for you,” Principal Sanders says, “You are in huge trouble. Starting stuff with Hesh and his friends... You have to be a complete idiot to do that.” He checks his Rolex for the time.

          “But Mr. Sanders-“

          “That’s Principal Sanders to you,” he interrupts me, “and there is no excuse for tripping someone. If you tripped me I’d punch your face myself.” What a great principal he was. I thought they were supposed to prevent schools from having violence, but it looks like this guy didn’t get the memo.

          A red light lit up on the walky-talky that he had on his waist. “Principal Sanders, we need you to report to the media center ASAP. There’s an emergency.”

          “Ugh,” he groans and glares at me. He then picks up his walky-talky, clicks it on, and says, “I’ll be there in a second.” Looking at me he says, ”You are just so lucky aren’t you, Envy? If this were any other day, you’d have it, but mark my words, this isn’t over. Now get to class.”

          After he leaves, I walk out the double doors and to my next class, Geometry. As I walk in the classroom, the whole class turns and looks at me. “You’re twenty minutes late,” Mrs. Petruzzi says. She is our brunette math teacher and only twenty one years old. All the guys think she is super attractive and get distracted from her oversized cleavage. I don’t though. I only like Christina.

          “Yea, I’m really sorry. I was talking with the principal.” I decided to leave out the part about getting beat up to save myself from humiliation. I go to the back-left of the classroom and sit next to my friend, Connor. It looks like they are doing sine and cosine today. It’s stupid learning new stuff when the last day of school is tomorrow.

          “Alright, and I’m supposed to believe John’s excuse for not turning his homework in yesterday because he was attacked by Wolverine and the X-Men. I’m counting you as tardy, and if you’re tardy again tomorrow, I’m failing you out of this class,” she states as she walks over to her desk and marks down that I’m late.

          Great. Just Great. Why me? I’m not the kind of guy that causes trouble, and I make perfect grades. So why do all the workers at this school hate me? Maybe it’s truly because I’m a freshman, but I guess I’ll never know. Instead of arguing with her I do the class assignment and let Connor copy all my work. Even though I was twenty minutes late, I help us finish before any of the other students.

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