I walked home that day, having missed the bus. And all because that slime bucket Johansson made it look like it was my fault that we got into a fight. The worst part of it all was that even though he tripped me up and kicked me in Phys. Ed. class, I ended up taking the fall since I hit him back. And I would have given him what for if Mr. Walker didnt stop me and send me to the principal, who was already watching me like a hawk, being a new student and a senior this year. I could remember myself shouting at the top of my voice, drowning out his orders for me to get off the field
You know what? You and this school can kiss my ass, man! This place sucks!
I shook my head violently, trying to forget what had happened. I looked at my wristwatch, checking to see if Mom would be home soon. It was only 3:30 p.m. and Mom wouldnt be home until at least 5 p.m. Good, I thought, I could use a little time by myself, maybe snooze a bit before get