Double post...but for a good reason...a new chapter, for once! And, you were right, the detention has a lot to do with Pi. Also, the ending will confuse you, and you will be awaiting the next chapter very much. New characters: Jude Sixsix-Sefen (Dude667)
Chapter Eleven: Yo Can Cry?
Mr. Byte stood over the two troublemakers in his classroom after the school day, pondering a vile punishment.
"Well, I would consider something having to do with Pi, considering the circumstances," he said.
"Please no," Ted and Patrica said in unison.
"Ah," Mr. Byte replied in delight, tenting his fingers, "it's even better that you don't want to do it!"
He strolled to the back of the room and pulled open a file cabinet. He cringed as he lifted two massive packets filled with sheets and sheets of paper. He slammed one on each of the student's desks. The packet title was "If at First You Don't Succed, Pi, Pi Again". Ted gasped, as Mr. Byte took a hearty laugh.
"Yes!" Mr. Byte roared evilly, "the fabled Pi packet! A 497 page barrage of brain-bustin' boring stuff!"
"Sure looks boring, goshness!"
"Correct, Patrica, and you will attend detention every night of the schoolyear until you finish it!"
Ted and Patrica stared at Mr. Byte. All this, just for insulting Pi?
Ted began quickly, he wanted to get this done as fast as he could. "First question", he read.
π16.7 x π7
Ted reached for his calculator.
"NO CALCULATORS!"
Mr. Byte snached the calculator from Ted's hand and put it in his mouth! He began chewing it, and spit out a mangled, crushed calculator! Ted looked at him in awe, and said, "But, Mr. Byte, how can we calculate Pi, if it is infinite?"
"Foolish Ted," he replied, "just round it up to the hundredth, or I'll eat your other school supplies."
"All right."
He began the brain-busting boring stuff, and only got through about ten or eleven questions in an hour! They were tough! But, he wanted to get a lot done, so he stayed until he had thirty-four.
By that time, Mr. Byte said, "Ted, it's three A.M."
Ted cursed very loudly, and ran out of the room, dashing home.
*****
"Sorry, Mom, I had to stay after school," Ted explained.
"For twelve hours?"
*****
The next morning, Ted climbed the bus stairs. He decided to sit next to Greta Gifted; her constant ramblings of Strong Bad would cheer him up.
"So then Strong Bad," she giggled, "explained how butt IQ worked, it was hillarious!"
Maybe Ted was wrong; he constant jabbering could get really annoying. So, when he finally got into the building, he headed towards his locker, glad that the bus ride was over. He got to his locker, and there stood Yo Lyngrio.
"Hey loser," he grunted, "hear your momma still hasn't been able to fit through your house's doorway. Poor, fat thing, stuck inside all day."
The cretin began laughing at his own lame joke, and Ted's anger rose like a billion flames, and he jumped onto Yo's back, screamed. He slammed Yo's head into the locker, and pushed him to the ground. He crouched on top of him, amazed at what he had just done.
It was amazing how much force you could bring when somebody insulted your mother.
The bully ran away, crying like a snot-nosed preschooler, and another large student walked up to him.
"Uh-oh," Ted said, "another big kid; better hurt you too."
Ted jumped on his back, and was about an inch away from slamming his face against the locker until he yelled...
"Hey! I don't want to fight! I just noticed your skill in fighting."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!" the kid replied, "I've been recruiting students for the wrestling team, and it looks like you'd make a good edition."
"Me?" Ted pondered, "I'm scrawny, though!"
"Some of the best wrestlers are tiny little things!"
"Really?"
"Really, really!" The wrestler exclaimed, "by the way, I'm Jude Sixsix-Sefen."
"Weird name."
"Yeah, but are you willing to be on the team."
"Consider me Bone Cold Steve Austin!"
"It's Stone Cold," Jude muttered.
"Oh, I knew that," Ted quickly replied.
"Okay," Jude said, "now it is time for n00bish Wrestler Ceremonial Marking!"
He picked up a confused, and struggling Ted and ran off to the Wrestling Room, where all of the wrestlers sat, with knifes!
