The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 1
I woke up to the annoying sound of the alarm clock blasting into my ears.
I moved my hand around aimlessly, trying to find that damn alarm. Once I finally shut it off, I get up, reluctantly, and walk toward the bathroom.
After a quick shower, I get out, dry myself off, and stand in front of the mirror. I stare at my blue eyes, jet black hair that lay damp on my head, and boyish features. I tried smiling at myself, but I looked awful. My face looked much better with a scowl on it. I stopped the awkward staring at myself and head toward my closet.
I opened it and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, then walked over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of boxers, socks, and a blue t-shirt with the superman logo on it.
After I finished dressing, I grabbed my backpack and put my books and everything else I needed into it.
"Deacon!" my mother shouted.
"I'll be right down," I replied.
I had a feeling this wasn't going to be a normal morning.
I rushed downstairs to see what she wanted. I came into the kitchen and saw her sipping her coffee, wearing her black suit and black heels.
"I got a call yesterday from the principal," she said. "You want to tell me what that was about?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?"
"Don't get smart with me, Deacon!"
"Then why ask a question you already know the answer to?"
"Okay, fine. You want to tell me why the principal called me yesterday because of you disrespecting a teacher?"
"Now that is a question worthy of an answer," I said with a smirk.
"Just answer the question and don't even think of lying to me," she said, pointing her finger at me.
"Why mother!" I said, feigning shock. "I wouldn't dare lie to the very woman who gave birth to me now, would I?" I said, oozing sarcasm.
"Deacon," she said sternly.
"Okay, fine. I may or may not have insulted Mr. Dicke's intelligence and his name."
"You did what?" she shouted. "How many times have I told you to always respect your elders, Deacon?" she said, scolding me.
"Well, then he shouldn't have said my answer was wrong when it was clear as daylight how right I was," I replied calmly.
My mother is one of those old school parents, always preaching about respecting your elders and shit. Well, I say, you disrespect me, expect me to do the same.
She continued to complain about how wrong I was, so I just apologized to put an end to the as quickly as possible.
I grabbed my backpack and started my long walk towards the bus stop.
School awaited me!
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