�Get your narrow asses in those seats before I go over there and personally make them part of your rectum!�

Chris and Nelly scramble to their seats, but Lance is lagging behind.

�Do you think I�m playing with you?!�

�No Ma�am.� Stuttered Lance.

She Throws 3 folders down in front of them.

�Here are your permanent records.�

She picks up the first one and begins reading.

�Lance Bass, better known as White Chocolate, for reasons unknown to me-�

�Yo, check it out right, it all started when-� Lance began, talking like he�s black.

�Shut up!� Interrupted Mrs. Wilkins

He quickly did so, putting his head down.

�Well, you�re certainly not the thinker of the group. The escape goat. They think up the ideas and you follow them through. You must be proud of yourself.�

Lance nods his head in agreement, smiling like he�s proud of himself. He opens his mouth to say something when Mrs. Wilkins interrupts him.

�Don�t say a damn thing!�

She moves on to Nelly�s folder, and a long list falls out and reaches the floor.

�My my my, the legendary Nelly. Known for having the biggest mouth in school. Constantly instigating fights and making fun the teachers and Wally. It looks like you�ve managed to talk your way out of detention, suspension, and being expelled. Well, you�re not talking your wy out of anything this time buster! You and your crew are going down! I know you�re working for someone higher then you, I�m going to get that sucka, wait and see!"

She then moves on to Chris�s file.

�And last but not least, Chris Kirkpatrick. The �leader� of this little clique.

�Man he ain�t no leader!� Snapped Lance.

�Boy, if you don�t shut up and sit your ass in that seat I�m going to stick my foot so far up your ass that you�re going to have Liz Claiborne on your mind for a week!�

Lance sits down slowly and just sits there.

�Shut up stupid!� Hissed Nelly

Mrs. Wilkins continued. �Your little group has caused havoc throughout the school, including the disappearance of Mr. O�Brien, and the school having no chalk for a week!

She pauses to take a breath.

�Now let�s see, it says here you�re also known for having things you�re not supposed to. Give it up, NOW!

�Man I don�t have anything!� Replied Chris.

�Why you gotta lie? I know you guys have a leader and I know you have stuff in your pockets!

She picks chris up and throws him against a wall, and then picks him up so his feet are dangling.

�So give it up!!!�

Chris quickly empties his pockets of firecrackers, super-wacky glue, rubber bands, paper wads, a grappling hook, huge rope, scuba gear, and a piece of gum.

She puts him down and turns to Nelly.

�Do you have anything?!�

�All I have is some silly string!�

She looks at Lance.

He holds out empty pockets.

�I�m just the guy who does things, I�m not the supplier, remember?�

She walks slowly back to her desk and begins to fill out 3 forms.

�For your childish behaviors and attitudes toward the school board and your disrespect for ME, you all are to serve two Saturday schools each.� She said

They all start to moan.

She starts screaming about what the punishment could be, but they ignore her. All of the sudden they hear something from outside.

�I�M GONNA KILL YOU GUYS!� Screamed J.C.

J.C. is fighting with 5 skate boarders as the kids on the lawn watch in awe.

Mrs. Wilkins starts to storm outside towards the fight, where all the skaters have run away, except for one who is still getting beat up.

�Yo man, let�s bolt! She�s gonna be busy out there for awhile!�

�We�re going to have to get her back for that!� Said Chris, while rotating his shoulder.

�Oh yeah!� Agreed Nelly. They all start running down the hall and past the main entrance when they stop and stare out the door at something�


Chapter 3