Okay! The widely anticipated twelvth chapter. New characters are Thrasher (Masher), and Mushroom Mage (Kojinka), and Jay Man (Jman). But, yeah. Enjoy it.
Chapter Twelve
There sat all of the wrestlers with knives. This was not looking good for Ted.
"Okay," Jude Sixsix-Sefen exclaimed, "let's give him the mark."
Ted did not think "the mark" sounded very good at all. Had the wrestling team suddenly become some sort of weird cult?
One of the largest wrestlers grabbed a wrigling Ted, and lifted a large, sharp, shiny knife, and pressed it into the flesh of his back. Ted screeched. He seemed to be moving it around and Ted when he was finished, the large wrester held a mirror up to his back so he could see it. It was a large bloody koopa that he had drawn. It was merely the school mascot.
"For that is the true mark of a Fungi High wrestler," Jude proclaimed, "okay, thanks for coming everyone."
Ted stared in disbelief and then said, "What was that for, and why does everyone have a knife then?"
"Oh, it's mainly for show," Jude admitted, "oh, and have fun with that scar. Chicks dig the a koopa shaped scar on your back, trust me."
Ted nodded and then dashed away. That was weird. He was now officially a wrestler. The season was about a month away, though. But, he had plenty of thoughts on his mind at the moment. The wrestling season was the last thing on his mind. He trudged off to his first period.
*****
The school day had gone mostly normaly. So, frankly, Ted was pretty happy that nothing had happened. He didn't need more stuff on his mind.
After Ted's math detention, he waited for his mom to arrive to pick him up. He was pretty bored. He looked around to see if there was anyone to talk to. He saw a long-haired boy playing guitar on the curb. He walked up.
"Hey, who are you?" Ted asked feebly.
"Thrasher. That's what every one calls me at Fungi High."
"I see. Nice licks you're playing there," Ted pointed out, "and nice pickups on that guitar."
"Yep. It's a Les Paul Standard."
"Nice find."
"Yeah, man," Thrasher said, "if you like these licks I'm playing, you should check out my band."
"Really? Who's in it."
"Oh, Mushroom Mage, Vincent Meele, Jay Man," he replied.
"Cool."
"Yeah," Thrasher replied, "hey, you should come to my toga party this weekend."
"Toga party," Ted asked, "sounds killer. I'll be there."
Thrasher handed Ted an invitation, "Yeah. All the cool kids will be there. But not any of the preps. Like that Patrica girl...psh...goshness? What kind of a word is that?"
Ted and Thrasher talked for a while longer until Ted's mom pulled up, and he hoped in.
"Keep it Greek," Thrasher yelled, obviously refering to the awesome toga party that weekend.
At this time, Ted did could not even glimpse upon the massively dire trouble the toga party would bring him.
