They call me Mr. Perfect. Sure, I like the name and all, but I feel like I can't be myself around other people.
I walked down the hall, checking on classrooms periodically as well. I would normally say I enjoyed this, except for when I had to go by the delinquents. Reginald Copperbottom, Burt Curtis, Sven Svensson, and Right Hand Man weren't all too bad, they still sucked, but they were tolerable.
Then I had to deal with Ellie Rose and Henry Stickmin. Those two... I cannot begin to explain the trouble they cause me every single day.
Ellie, she smokes, cusses you out, threatens to fight you, has been suspended a multitude of times, and normally is seen by the dean of students.
Then there's Henry.
Where do I even begin with Henry?
The man has broken out of a juvenial detention center many times, rumored to have stolen the Tunisian Diamond, and put Right Hand Man in a coma in middle school; the guy had cybernetic augmentations maybe two weeks after the incident.
Henry wasn't born to play around, but rather to make my job in student council a living hell. Every other day I was reporting him to the dean for so many reasons.
My thoughts were interupted by the bell ringing, it was lunch time. I grabbed my lunch from my locker and headed to my lunch table where my best friend, Delilah Alexandra, was sitting. She gave a huge smiled and waved.
"Hey Lila!" I smiled.
"Ay Charlie!" Delilah said.
"What's new?" I asked.
"Nothing much, you?" She said.
"I caught Henr-"
"Henry was smoking behind the school and Ellie told you to fuck off? Charlie, this happens almost every other day," she said.
"I guess you're right," I said, taking a bite of my sandwich.
"Can I have a bite of that?" Lila asked
"Hell no. Get your own food!" I scoffed.
"Ouch, what happened to Mr. Cinnamon Roll?" She asked.
"I am nice on any other occasion, except when it comes to my food," I said.
"Understandable," she said, taking a sip of water.
My thinking shifted back to the delinquents; I wish there was some way I could help them. I mean the Toppats, as they call themselves, were alright. It's Henry and Ellie that I'm concerned about.
"Ay, Mr. Perfect," Delilah said waving her hand infront of my face.
"Huh?" I said.
"Thinking about Stickmin and Rose?" She asked.
"How'd you-"
"Charles, we've been friends since we were kids. I know you better than anyone else," she said.
I sighed, "You really do."
"Do you think that you might get him some help?" She asked.
"Yeah, yeah I do," I smiled.
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Never Dull (DISCONTINUED)
Fanfic*Artwork Does Not Belong To Me* After years of seeing his childhood best friend, Henry Stickmin, throwing his whole life away, Charles Calvin has enough. Charles begs the conselour to help reform Henry and his best friend, Ellie Rose. Charles begins...
