“I don’t see what the big deal is!” Frank’s bellowing could be heard from down the hall. This was typical behavior at getting caught, again. Yet, he always reacted in the same way.
“The ‘big deal’, as you so eloquently put it, is the fact that you’ve been caught smoking on school grounds, again.” A tight chirp responded to the raging male. The other teachers were silently grateful that they weren’t the ones who caught him. It was no secret that he was a pain to deal with once caught, and this time was no different.
“Yeah, and you should be thanking me, Albinson. I showed up to all my classes. Passed my test. I haven’t gotten into a fight in a week. Hell, I even showed up to practice!” Of course he forgot to mention that he passed his test with one point. Mrs. Albinson’s fight tightened at the informal use of her name.
“You will call me Mrs. Albinson, and none of that excuses you of the use of drugs at school. I’ll have you know…”
“Yeah, yeah. There are kids that can manage all that without the drug use, and I used to be one of those kids. I get it. I used to be a loser, but now I’m cool. Lighten up old lady.”
Mrs. Albinson scowled at him and her speed picked up. Anything to get away from this horrid child. All of the teachers would dream about the days when he was the perfect student, and they missed it. This school was peaceful until this kid started acting up. “You forget yourself. The only reason why you’re still here is because you used to be a perfect student, and some of us think you could still turn around. If you are so against getting better, then I can always inform the principle of these ideals and have him expel you.”
“Great! Now I won’t have to deal with this school again. I won’t have to deal with these stupid kids. I won’t have to deal with these stupid teachers. To top off this perfect offer, I won’t have t deal with you.” His so called friends had ditched him, once again, at the sight of trouble leaving him with all the blame. They hadn’t gotten caught once since he’s joined their group, and he would always use this argument, but the teacher would demand names. To give names would not only give up his chance for a deal, but it would give up his ability to buy drugs at all. Not to mention the kinds of destruction that these kids would unleash upon him if he told.
“If you’re so inclined to believe that, then maybe you should tell him personally.” Mrs. Albinson clipped.
Frank still didn’t see what the big deal was. It’s not like he got into a fight again, but he was starting to think that he should just to give them an excuse to kick him out. He saw a scrawny kid at his locker. He looked new by the looks of it, and he was staring at him. No one did that much nowadays. They were all used to his antics. “What are you staring at?” Frank sneered at the kid, who scampered off not long after Frank looked his way.
“Here we are. Be sure not to cause too much trouble, or else the principle will consider keeping you here longer just to punish you. We’d all hate to have to see you get into any more trouble because you were forced to stay longer. Mr. Kingsely.” Albinson practically growled at him before walking off.
Frank sighed and stormed into the office without knocking. Noticing he wasn’t the only student in here, he glared around the room before tossing Mr. Smith a folder that Albinson had handed him before she left and plopped down in an empty chair. He looked the kid over before shrugging him off and looked back at Mr. Smith. “I seriously don’t see why you’re all out to get me! It was one fuckin’ joint. What’s the big deal about one joint?” He glared at the kid before yelling, “Do you see any problem with me smoking joints at school?”