Tiny Terror

'Simple.... It's because....'

  "Alright, is everybody finished with your aptitude test? Write down your plans for the future at the end and hand it in." The teacher raised his voice from the front of the room, and I quickly scribbled down what I wanted on the last page. I noticed Vasco was really focused on his paper, but the look on his face made me glance down at what he was writing.

  He was writing a giant 'S' while I watched with a grin, reading his scrawled-out 'DESTROYING THE FOUR CREWS' in large letters. Shaking my head, I got up and went to turn in my aptitude test. It was actually quiet in the classroom for once since all of the guys were trying to think of future plans.

  Knowing them, there was literally no telling what they'd write down. I think the only 'normal' response would come from Jace. ....Should I feel bad for the teacher who has to read through these?

  Reaching the front desk, I sat my test on the edge while looking at the middle-aged man slouching in his chair. He gave me a condescending look, and I shot him a glare in return. 'Nah, I ain't gonna feel bad for this punk-bitch.' I thought and turned to go back to my desk.

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  "Vasco, isn't it a bit loud outside?" Jace questioned, and the big guy pulled out one of his earbuds.

  "Hm? Do we have class outside today?"

  "There's no one here.... Not even teachers." Jace added while I glanced around the mostly empty room.

  "Then I guess it's time to stretch our legs!" I hopped up from my desk and made for the door before Jace could say anything.

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  "V-Vasco...." Jace was nervously sweating along with a few of the other guys while looking at their leader. "Is your dream really....to destroy the Four Crews? That's it? Y-You've never....thought about your future?" Vasco was making that default scary face he tended to have and said nothing. He didn't have to, though, we knew what it meant. "What....What about Zack?"

  "Muhammad Ali." Zack grinned while raising a fist, and Vasco deflated from shock.

  "E-Even Zack had a dream.... L-Let's go, Vasco...."

  "What do you mean, even?!" Zack raised his voice while angrily getting up from his seat.

  "Wait, what about you, Mia?" Jace turned to me, as did the others, and I pointed at myself while grinning.

  "I'm already doing what I wanna do, so I want to just keep doing that- kickin' ass and building shit."

  "Mia...." Jace looked defeated as his shoulders slumped.

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  "....And that's why....we'll be doing an inspection!" Our teacher was grinning like a crazy man, telling us that our lockers were going to be cracked open and looked into because some girl's wallet was 'stolen'.

  "What?!"

  "AN INSPECTION, LORD HOMEROOM TEACHER? THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!!" One of the guys said as I cracked open a window to vent out the smoke from the herbal shit they were burning.

  "YOU'RE MAKING A GRAVE ERROR IN JUDGMENT!"

  "Y-You bastards dare defy me?!" The teacher got louder, and one of the guys in glasses shouted back.

  "WE NEVER CARRY A BAG IN THE FIRST PLACE!!"

  "Mr. Park....a missing wallet, you say?"

  "Ah, Mr. Principal!" The old man turned to the door where some of the Burn Knuckles had the tiny old principal at the top of their 'Invincible Chariot'.