Chapter Eight - How Many Times Must the Tables Turn?
It was before school, and students lazily strolled through the hall in groups, talking to their friends or yawning in exaustion, just like any other morning. Ted was no exception, as he was walking through the hall with Lou, yawning, and chewing on a stale pop-tart.
"Ever have a feeling like you could fall asleep walking," Ted asked.
"No," Lou replied simply.
"If you got as much sleep as I did, you would," Ted said as he yawned deeply.
"If you have enough energy, you should come after school," Lou mentioned casually.
"For what?"
"I got permission from Principal Deezer to start a kabob club," Lou answered.
"How many people would show up for a kabob club?"
"How many people WOULDN'T show up for a kabob club," Lou replied.
"Touche," Ted exclaimed.
The two walked through the halls for a few more minutes, until the intercom blared Principal Deezer's familiar voice.
"Will the following students please report to the Principal's office: Ted Zeplinrochts. That is all."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! BUSTED," Lou chimed along with about twenty other kids, mockingly.
Ted was confused. What could he be in trouble for? He strolled torwards the office, and entered.
"Do you need something, Principal Deezer?"
"Yes," he replied, "I wouldn't have called you to the office otherwise."
"So, what do you want," Ted asked.
"Well, Mr. Byte informed me of some troubling information."
Ted's heart jumped up to his throat. Mr. Byte must have asked the Principal how his detentions were going!
"How many times must the tables turn?!"
"What, Ted?"
"Er...nothing," Ted coughed, "so, what is this troubling information you speak of?"
"Well, first off, apparently you were assumed to be in office yesterday, but you decided to skip that," he replied, "secondly, it was because you smelled like smoke! What is this all about?"
It was time to tell the truth.
"I will admit one thing," Ted said, "I didn't go to your office yesterday. But that's because I didn't want to get in trouble for something I didn't do!"
"Explain," the Principal pressed.
"I'll tell you why I smelled like smoke," Ted urged, "you see, I signed a pass to go get a drink, and as I stood there slurping water, I smelled smoke coming from the bathroom. Instictively, I went in, and saw these two kids smoking! I swear to Mario!"
"Are you sure you didn't know these kids," Principal Deezer asked, with a tone that couldn't be lied to.
"Urg...yes I did," Ted admitted, "I can't lie to you. I knew them, but you can't punish them."
Ted wasn't friends with them, but he knew that Thrasher would never forgive him if he ratted him out.
"Why on earth not."
"They're my friends," Ted lied.
"Look, if you can't tell me who these kids are, then I'll have to punish you," the Principal cried.
"I have pudding cups," Ted exclaimed.
"Are you trying to bribe me with pudding cups," the Principal exclaimed.
"Yeah, and I don't actually have pudding cups," Ted laughed.
"That's getting you in even more trouble," said Principal Deezer who was now quite hungry for pudding cups, "you're going to have detentions for a long, long time, unless you tell me who these kids are!"
"Thrasher Williams and Jay Man," sighed a very guilty Ted.
"That wasn't so hard now was it," he replied, "Ted, I wasn't born yesterday, and I know how to coax students like you into telling me things. You only have four detentions now."
"What," Ted yelled, "I thought you said I would be off the hook if I told you who it was!"
"No pudding cups."
"Oh yeah."
