You guys are so great that I think you deserve three extra chapters! Also, I just noticed that this story is five months old now. It's been here since Feburary! How long have I been gone! Sheesh!
Well enjoy your extra chapters:
Chapter Five - Badbye
"Another day," Ted moaned as he rose out of his bed, scratching his eyes, "another eight periods of heck."
It had been a week after the first week of school, and things had pretty much gone the same. Exactly the same. It was so boring, Ted could hardly bear it.
Before he knew it he was changed, full of breakfast and in line at the same old yellow bus. Suprise, suprise. He usually walked, but today he was way too tired to move. He sat next to Greta on the bus, which reminded him of the first day of his Freshman year. Today she was talking about Muppets though, rather than Homestar like last year. Every day was just a conveyor belt. Sure, he wasn't saying that nothing crazy had happened in school, but when it came to classes, it was always same old, same old. Nothing new or exciting.
"Ted, you don't look like you want to talk about Muppets," Greta exclaimed as rain poured on the bus.
"Can you take a hint?"
"Geez, Ted," Greta pouted, "what's wrong with you today?"
"I don't know," Ted moaned, and paused, "do you ever wish that something exciting could happen in school."
"Hmm," Greta pondered, "I'm not sure. But, Ted, be careful of what you wish for. You never know if exciting could be a bad thing."
Ted burst out in laughter. Unfortunately, Greta was right, Ted would be eating his words.
*****
"And that's how the federal bank works," Mr. Byte exclaimed to his first period Foundations of Economics class, despite the lack of enthusiasm from the students.
"So...that's interesting how?" Ben L. Fan asked from the front row.
"I'm not sure," Mr. Byte, "maybe you should ask Principal Deezer. NOW!"
Ben moaned and strutted out of the room as he was told. Ted was bored as well, and he was parched too. He took out his pass book so he could get a drink, and had Mr. Byte sign it.
"Ted, I'll sign your pass," he said out loud, "but I'm going to ask you not to interrupt on the wonders of our money system."
"I wouldn't want to interrupt that," Ted remarked sarcastically as he walked out of the room.
*****
The water tasted kind of salty on his tongue. None the less it healed his feeling of extreme thirst.
"Ahhh," Ted sighed in relief.
He stretched and started walking back towards his class. He would've kept going if he hadn't smelled smoke.
"That's odd," Ted thought out loud.
It was coming from the men's bathroom. Dark gray smoke filtered out of the bottom. Ted walked in, to see what was happening. He coughed quite a bit as he flapped his arms around trying to clear the smoke. He saw a figure of a guy leaning up against the bathroom wall, coolly. As the smoke cleared even more, he noticed it was Thrasher! WITH A CIGARETTE!
"TRASHER," Ted screamed, "ARE YOU SMOKING?"
"No, I'm doing the boogie," he mocked, "what does it look like I'm doing, you idiot!?"
"You're the idiot," Ted yelled, "why are you smoking?
"Because that's what rebels do."
"No, that's what fools do! I hope your lungs shrivel up as soon as you walk out of this bathroom!"
"You've always been a nasty one, Ted," he remarked.
"No you've been the nasty one," Ted replied, "you're the one who won't let me talk to someone because of their clique, and now this!"
"You know, I did save your life last year," Thrasher said, puffing out smoke.
Ted fell silent for a minute, and then said, "Yes, I know. And I thank you for that, but how could you suddenly make a moronic move like this?"
"Hey, can't you just be cool with this," Thrasher asked.
"Yeah cool with it," Jay said as he walked out of a stall with a cigarette.
"YOU TOO," Ted shrieked, "you know what? Forget you guys! You guys can just forget that I was ever your friend, or in your band! Go ahead and ruin your life with your moron sticks you call a good time! Goodbye!"
He left Jay and Thrasher alone in the bathroom.
"You know," Thrasher said coolly, "I didn't want things to end up like that."
"Who cares, he talks to preps," Jay replied.
Ted poked his head in the bathroom and said, "Did I say goodbye...because I meant BADBYE!"
As Ted walked back to his class furiously, he realized something. Greta was right. He should've been careful of what he wished for.
Chapter Six - Dead Bodies and Incense
"Theodore, what took you so long in your efforts to consume some water," Mr. Byte asked.
"It's Ted, and I took long to get a drink because," Ted pondered and paused, thinking of what he would say, "I took long because I found a dead body."
That was horrible! Ted thought, as the class giggled.
"Okay, Mr. Funnypants, get back to your seat. We don't want any dead body jokes," Mr. Byte said.
As Ted strolled back to his desk, Mr. Byte got a weird look on his face. He held up his finger.
"Mr. Zeplinrochts, come here," he snapped, "I smell something quite peculiar. Smells like...smoke."
"That's crazy," Ted replied as he stood where he was next to his desk.
"I said COME HERE."
"Very well," Ted said, "but you'll find that I smell very unsmoky."
As Ted got arm's distance away from Mr. Byte, he took Ted's shirt by the collar and took a deep whiff.
"That's smoke, young man! What were you doing?"
"Getting a drink," Ted replied coolly, "I swear nothing else."
"Do not lie!"
"Okay! Okay," Ted yelled, "I was um...well...you see...I was walking down the hall, and someone had incense burning in their locker."
Greeeaaat excuse. You really nailed that one, Ted thought sarcastically.
"Nobody has incense in their locker," Mr. Byte shouted, "it is improbable. I think you were smoking! Why don't you discuss this with Principal Deezer!"
Ted pouted as he walked out with his stuff, heading towards the Principal's office. Just wait until he tells Greta about his "exciting" day.
Chapter Seven - The Perfect Card
Ted laughed loudly as he sat against the wall. He was used to being told to go talk to the Principal, and teachers always thought that he would be a good boy and go up to the Principal and say "Mr. Byte thinks I'm smoking."
It's not that hard to lie, and that's what Ted did to Mr. Byte. He didn't even go near the Principal's office! He propped himself up, seeing as how it would be a good time to go back into class and put on a good show. Before he entered the economics room again, he splashed some water from the water fountain under his eyes, to mock the appearance of tears, and he strutted in, fake sobbing.
"What happened, Theodore," Mr. Byte asked.
"Principal Deezer found all my cigarettes, and I have a detention every night this year," Ted cried.
Mr. Byte chuckled, "That's what happens when you break the rules. I'm personally glad you got busted. Now sit down."
Ted grinned in his mind as he sat down. He had put on the best show of all time. Now Mr. Byte was off of his back, and Principal Deezer had no idea that anything was going on. He was still upset about his friends (former friends) smoking, but as long as he wasn't in trouble, the world was good.
The entire class was staring at Ted until the bell rang seconds later. The class shuffled out, with Ted exiting last, feeling good about himself. Patrica stood outside.
"Ted," she whined, "how could you?"
"Look, Patrica," Ted replied, "I don't really smoke. I just said that to get Mr. Byte off my back."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Oh, I believed in you," Patrica exclaimed as wrapped Ted in a tight hug and ran away.
Ted smiled. He had just played the perfect card for everything today. But, in the history of Ted, things usually screwed up when everything was working fine. And, this situation was no exception.
*****
After school, Principal Deezer sat writing on a notebook in the teacher's lounge. Mr. Byte sat a few feet away grading papers.
"So," Mr. Byte said, making conversation, "how did you find Ted's cigarettes, you sneaky dog?"
There was a pause, Principal Deezer looked up from his notebook, and much to the confusion of Mr. Byte, he said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
