Just a Story About Luke

Chapter 3

"Luke, wake up." Abernathy said as he kicked him in the stomach.

"Ugh, what the heck?!" Luke said slowly standing up. His side ached as he got to his feet. Apparently Mrs. Adamson had forgotten about him and left him out there the entire hour. Luke went back inside to grab his backpack. He bumped into Hannah, who pushed him back.

"Watch where you're going, stupid." she said. Hannah snickered and walked out of the room.

Luke slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed out into the hall. he caught up with Abernathy and they headed to science class. They entered through the door and Luke sat down at his seat. He was immediately immersed in conversation with Carli, Beatrice, and Rachelle. They always talked about the most random of things. Today's topic was Chaidin. Chaidin had just gotten into a relationship, and this intrigued us because he was also Carli's ex.

"Oh my god, did you hear he was dating Becky?" Rachelle said.

"Haven't they dated before?" Luke asked.

"I think so, but I'm not too sure to be honest." Carli answered.

"Hrmph." Beatrice breathed. "I don't know either."

"Welp, I don't know either so we should just assume so." said Rachelle.

"That makes sense." Luke laughed.

"I know right?" Rachelle answered.

The hour basically consisted of conversations pertaining to the same subject, they didn't get more interesting than that. The bell rang and Luke left the class and walked to their next period with Abernathy and Night.

"How was the wrestling duel?" asked Luke.

"Dude, I freaking kicked butt!" Night bragged.

"Luke, you walk funny." Abernathy chuckled.

"Um, how?" Luke asked puzzled.

"Your feet point outwards." said Abernathy now laughing.

"Holy crap, he does!" Night said joining into Abernathy's laughter.

"How is that weird?" Luke asked.

"It's like your a damn penguin!" Abernathy said now almost crying with laughter.

"Or like a guy that just shit his pants!" Night added.

"Shut up." Luke said correcting his feet.

They approached room 202, the room number of their next class. Luke particularly enjoyed this class for a number of reason. The teacher,
Mr. Thompson, was really awesome. You could also listen to music and eat food in his class. The only thing Luke really disliked about the class was the fact that he had to read all of these hard, old works of literature that were very hard to comprehend. Today they learned about the correlation between a book they were reading to the Russian Revolution. He didn't mind this much, and he kinda thought it was pretty cool.

Before he knew it, the class was over. Luke packed up his things and headed out into the hall.

"Hey Pablo!" Luke said upon seeing him in the hall.

"Hey Luke!" said a happy-go-lucky Pablo as he gave Luke a high five.

"How was class?"

"Ugh, don't even ask about my 4th hour." Pablo said with a disgusted look on his face.

"Why? What happened?"

"Mrs. Adamson assigned us another freaking essay." said Pablo grumpily.

"Seriously though, we can't even keep up with the work she gives us anymore." Luke said annoyingly. "Anyways, I'll see you later, I need to go talk to Carli about something."

"Alright, I'll see you later then."

Luke turned around and went down a staircase to get to the library where Carli was. Then all of a sudden, he tripped and fell down a whole flight of stairs. He quickly got up and hoping that nobody saw, then he casually brushed himself off.

"Damn, I scuffed my Vans." Luke said under his breath.

"What did you just say young man?!?"

Luke turned around to see the assistant principle, Mr. Pokes staring at him with pure rage.

"Uhhhhh" Luke stammered.

"My office, now!!!" Mr. Pokes yelled.