The Force
by vorgerinix
Chapter 1: The Force
'Another week's detention should do it, Mr Ray!', said Mr Hurds after witnessing me squirt ketchup in front of Doders' face.
I gave a groan.Always bad timings! Doders gave me the 'loser' sign and went off, wiping her face as she goes. Well at least I squirt ketchup on her face.. It wasn't my fault anyway!Why must I always be the one caught and not the person who started it?
I forgot to introduce myself.I'm Zaharix Ray, a thirteen year old student of Mayfare Secondary. I am a son of an Oracle and I'm sure do not want to know my so-called 'adventures'. However, if you are that curious, just read on but don't say I never warned you...
'Another week's detention should do it, Mr Ray!', said Mr Hurds after witnessing me squirt ketchup in front of Doders' face.
I gave a groan.Always bad timings! Doders gave me the 'loser' sign and went off, wiping her face as she goes. Well at least I squirt ketchup on her face.. It wasn't my fault anyway!Why must I always be the one caught and not the person who started it?
I forgot to introduce myself.I'm Zaharix Ray, a thirteen year old student of Mayfare Secondary. I am a son of an Oracle and I'm sure do not want to know my so-called 'adventures'. However, if you are that curious, just read on but don't say I never warned you...
Doders, that ugly git, whose face has many pimples and a sharp nose. She loves to poke her nose everywhere and it's a wonder it still remained sharp. She is the kind who thinks she is pretty, and puts, what looked like a million make-up , on her face. She chose her timings well too. For an example like today, she threw her half-eaten sandwitch at the back of my head when the teacher turned his head to observe someone else. The time the teacher, Mr Hurds, turn his head back, he sees me squirting the ketchup at her.
For the whole year, I was facing countless punishments and detentions. As if things hadn't been bad enough, daily after school, my grandmother would give me chores to do. Unlucky for me that my parents died and I had to live with my grandparents, unlucky for me that Doders was in my class in the first year of this school. Each day, no doubt that I would have absoulutely no luck at all.
'Hey man!', cried a familiar voice coming from the back.
It was Geddick, my only pal.
'Whats up?', I said, half furious and half miserable for what happened just now.
'What happened to the back of your head?,'he asked, examining the peanut butter stuck in my hair.
'Doders', I replied, trying my best to wipe them off.
'Hey, wait a second, you're making it worse...', he said.
My hair now looked like spaghetti that had just beed tied into knots, with the butter.
Geddick was now combing my hair with a comb. The sticky peanut butter acted like gel. Soon, I looked like Evis Presley.
'Hey Ged, forget it, you're embarrassing us...', I said, looking at the students who were trying to hold their laughters.
Geddick turned, looking at the many people, he immediately stopped. I messed my hair and headed straight to our next class. I would rather look like some beggars in the street that some 1960s guy who is trying to look handsome.
When I entered the classroom, as expected, it was filled with peals of laughter. I just walked to my seat and sat down. Ignoring the people pointing around me, I took a random book out of my bag and buried myself into it. Still, I could not focus what I was reading with two dozens people laughing.
Suddenly, the classroom's door creaked open. Immediately, the entire class silenced. A tall figure walked in. It was obvious that it was a relief teacher as our history teacher was short. She had short hair and a snout for a nose. She had the impression of as if she smelled dung under her nose.
'I have been warned of those who have a bad behaviour here...', she said, pulling up her gold-rimmed glasses and glared at me suspiciously. '...and who are the ones who are obedient but constantly bullied sadly...', eyeing at Doders and her gang of girls with a sweet smile. 'All of you can adress me as Mrs Degressor, good morning class...'
We chorused back,'Good morning, Mrs Degressor...'
'An excellent start of the day', she said, giving a soft clap. 'Now, let's start our history lesson...'
Her high-pitched voice and supersonic speed made it impossibe for me to understand much. I was copying down the notes that she had written on the board when something hit me at the back of my head. The 'thing' seemed to be stuck there due to the peanut butter.
I knew it was Doders but I wanted to make a first good impression of this teacher, so I ignored it.
Soon, more tiny paper balls came shooting forward and now, I had perhaps half a dozen tiny paper balls stuck on the back of my head. I turned to face Doders who was giggling with five girls at the corner of the classroom. Giving her a warning look, I turned back to the board.
One more ball and that's it...One more ball and-'puck!'. Another ball came zooming forward and hit my head. I looked at Mrs Degressor. She continued to scribble on the whiteboard, totally oblivious to the loud giggles the girls were making.
I raised my hand to inform the teacher. Another paper ball shot forward. This time, it was the regular-sized one. I opened it and it held a very untidy scribble by Doders:
Fight me like a real man, Zaharix.
Are you a baby that needs a teacher to
come banging to your aid?
P.S:I'm a girl and you are a boy.
Doders.
I crushed the paper and spat at it. Next, I aimed carefully and threw the paper ball. It successfully hit Doders. The saliva got onto her shirt. I was expecting her to give me an unpleasant face but she game a smile pointing at something behind me. I turned, my fear was confirmed, Mrs Degressor had caught me throwing the paper ball that I threw at Doders.
'Mrs Ray, I think a month detention should realise your nasty mistakes...', Mrs Degressor hissed, glaring at me with bulging eyes, sounding the final consonant of 'mistakes' loud enough for the whole class to hear.
I felt my temperature of my blood rising as Mrs Degressor turned back to scribble more notes. I clenched my fists and focused my eyes on her. Wishing so much that I could throw a punch at her.
As if my prayers had been answered, the next moment, Doders was pushed back by an invinsible force. Hitting the wall behind her, she laid back unconscious.
The students and Mrs Degressor had witnessed the entire situation. Mrs Degressor asked two of Doders' friends to carry her to the sick bay. They went, eyeing at me with a mixture of amazement and hatred.
'Mr Ray, I think you should meet me after this class at the principal's office immediately. You understand?', she said, giving me a shocked expression.
I nodded, still surprised and amazed at what had happened.
Without giving me a second look, she walked off, going after the two girls that were carrying Doders.
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