Strung

No Police

School Parking Lot
8:00 pm

Mr. Hattrick is always the last teacher to leave the school. He should be coming out at this time. "I'm following Mr. Hattrick to his place. Would you like to join me for a little vandal date?" I have about eight minutes before Hattrick leaves. He's inside the school right now. "Sure. I'll be there as soon as I can." I'm stocked up on everything I need for this to go smoothly. Why am I vandalizing Hattrick's house? Because he's a fat evil hypocrite.

Hattrick's House
8:25 pm

"Before I left the school, I snagged a little tool to help us get away from the police." I was running around and finding transistors for the hobo that lives on campus. He gave me the rest of his scraps and I built something out of it. When I first tested it every other device in the area, couldn't wok properly. Anyone who tried calling or texting anyone just would be shut down for a certain amount of time. Which is perfect for getting away from the police. The problem is I don't know that "certain amount" of time. "You should cut off your phone data. I don't know for how long but it'll scramble your shit."

"Now that Hattrick is inside. Where should we start?" I looked around. Trees, flower pots small to large, more flower pots, and snow. "It doesn't matter, just start breaking shit and be careful." Jimmy took out his slingshot. "Wait. Let me find where he keeps his phone, please don't start yet." For a small house, he sure does have a lot of windows. For about five to seven minutes I was able to locate his house phone, I left my device near his front door.

If it can shut down the phones of 6 people in its radar just think of what it could do to a whole household. It's meant to imitate a blackout. Of course, none of your lights went out but your communications will go out like everything shut down. I'm sure you can understand. "Let's start wrecking shit."

5 minutes later

"Police! Police! I need the police!! There are hooligans busting out my windows! I'll be damned if they ever get my glass house! Hurry up and get over here!!" He's in there talking to nothing, I wanna see how long until he realizes that. "What!? The phone isn't even working!!"

Hattrick throws his phone out of a window that was missed. Then a little after that, we heard the sound of a shotgun getting cocked. "I'm giving you hoodrats a chance! Break anything else on my property and I'll shoot!" Are these flowerpots big enough to hide in? Oh, I hope so... "He can't be serious?" If I can hide in a locker and a trashcan, a flower pot might work. "He's bullshitting us."  Yeah... If Hattrick can't stand up from his seat without tumbling down, how could he tolerate the force of a shotgun? The flower pot I was just hiding in tipped over when I got out of it if I stayed in there any longer I would've had a cap in my ass. Literally. Hattrick like lowkey shot it right as soon as I crawled out. Talk about a near-death experience.

A little after that. Jimmy and I were in the glasshouse busting out windows and hiding. "I guess I chased those hooligans away." Hattrick panted. What the hell is he tired from? He's been walking the whole time. "I guess we can call this a mission accomplished?" Uh...yeah. We busted up every piece of glass on Hattrick's property and I jammed up his house phone for a few good hours. "Yep..." Just gotta get out of here... With no problems. Jimmy went first and led me to the front gate of Hattrick's house. On our way out of the gates. Hattrick was sitting at his porch with his shotgun and his house phone. Jimmy and I dashed outside the gates and shortly after that, the police were chasing us. "fuck, fuck, fuck, dammit. Fuck, shit, shit!!"

School Gates
9:35 pm

"Young...*um* child... Can you please stop getting into trouble? I don't want you turning out like him." I flip off the officers as they pull off. They thought I was a dude and tackled me. I also know that I can bend my whole arm in and to abnormal lengths and it's popping even more now. I make one small movement and it pops. If I weren't on numbing medication I think I'd be right at hell's front door. "What are you two doing out of your dorms? Wait, are you that cross dres-/Shut Up!" I cut off Max. "You better watch who you are talking to young- whatever you are." Max growled and walked away in defeat. Not knowing what to call me after that encounter.

Boy's Dorm
10:00 pm

I'm in the main room with the guys, trying to test out my Mass Com Jam aka Massive Communications Jammer. Mole helped me with the name for it. "...Y-yeah... We totally rocked Hattrick's shit." The MCJ is made from bits and bots of toy vehicles and technical stuff. I don't feel like explaining it but I'll let you know, I stayed in Dr. Watts and Mr. Slawters classrooms to make it. "He really had a shotgun? That's unnecessary, I don't recall anything serious going on around town." Petey chuckled nervously. In a place like this, I can't see much happening around here. "Can you hand me that screwdriver?" I asked Algie. The MCJ had a little accident when Jimmy and I were getting away from the cops.

I tried putting it in my back and it got run over. It didn't blow up, obviously, just a screw and the battery for the damned thing fell out. I assume it's sitting at Hattrick's porch. If the cops did run it over, that son of a bitch would've blown up. I glared at Algie as he hesitated to hand me the screwdriver. "Just hurry up and quit hesitating." Algie pissed himself and ran off. "I can't be that scary. I wasn't even yelling, he's just a pussy." I mumbled. "What are all of you commoners gathering around for?" Did Derby drink a thesaurus when he was younger? I didn't realize I had a crowd of guys watching me, I probably shouldn't be on the couch. Having them peer over me like this... I think I've seen it before.

Derby comes by and swats away the crowd of guys and looks over my shoulder. "Is this what you all are getting worked up about." I was wrong. It was Gord not Derby. These sleazeballs sound the same. I swear. "Ello, Gord. Do me a favor and fu-/ Before you start cursing at me, I need you for a moment." Fine. I follow Gord outside with my hands folded to prevent myself from wanting to choke him. I seriously can't stand snobs. "What do you want?" Gord takes out a folder and hands it to me. "Are you up for a little business experience?" This is Hattrick's black market test bit? "Okay...Is there anything else?"

"You look like you have a set of hands. Would you like to swing by the Bullworth boxing bin, with me?" He seems lonely. -that's not the actual name, but whatever.-  "I'll think about it..." Gord starts rambling on about stuff and then... The door opens and someone yanks my hair. Fucking asshole. "Petra. You in my room, right now." I know that voice. Let's see what he wants, shall we?

"Yes... Gary...what is it?" He really didn't have to pull my hair, just because I have on a wig doesn't mean, that shit didn't hurt me. I was laying on Gary's bed, predicting what this little brat would be thinking. "I saw you with him." I yawned. Duh? I was in the main room with Jimmy and all of his guy friends? So what? I didn't talk to him. "Okay...and? Did I do something?" He waves a piece of paper at me, that piece of paper turns out to be a photograph of me running off somewhere with Jimmy. Already it can look like earlier, but I know it's from when I was trying to bust Lola. "You disobeyed." I rolled my eyes at Gary and laughed. "Bullshit! This was on the night of when Johnny Vincent went batshit for Lola. Hattrick's house is in Old Bullworth Vale too. You say you that you keep always thinking, what do you think about this, sir?"

I toss the photograph on the floor and continue laughing. "What do you have to say about this then?" It's that picture from last night, when I kissed Jimmy in that costume. Quick... say something... "That was Zoe. I lended her my G&G gear... You understand, how Jimmy is always...so...sexual and very active... Funfact. The girls were telling be about how he's really great at [Heavily Censored Language and Hand Gesturing] ." I'm crossing my fingers and hoping it's not true. "And I'd rather have you instead. I think you would be great as a fir-." I don't feel good talking about this.

It brings back some really hard times, I'll vomit just thinking of it too. Wait... I could vomit!! "Don't you dare puke. I'm not afraid to hit a girl. -if that's what you really are-" I heard that. You aren't sneaky or sly. "I'm trying best my not to. I t-think I-I may've inhaled too much of-Kaaak!!" Nothing happened. Stomach! That was your cue. "You were trying to get out of this weren't you?" You got me. "Enough of that... what do you want with-"