Cutting Class, chapter 1
"Guys! Wait up!" Billie Joe screamed as he ran down the hall trying to catch up with his friends Ben and Ricky. His friends were at the other end of the hall talking to eachother, not noticing Billie Joe's screaming. The finally stopped to look at a trophy case by the exit.
"Thanks for waiting after P.E.," Billie Joe weezed, smacking Ricky on the back. They turned around.
"Oops," Ben said.
"Jeez, man!" Ricky yelped, rubbing his back. Billie Joe laughed at Ricky's pain.
"Don't we have the nicest friend?" Ben said, grabbing Ricky's shoulder and jerking it a little.
"Oh, shut up," Billie Joe said, dropping his sagging bookbag to his side and bending down on one need to take something out. He pulled out a key, holding it high in the hair.
"Mua-ha-ha," he said, zipping up his backpack and getting up.
"What is it for?" Ricky said, taking it from Billie Joe. Billie Joe tried to grab it from him, but seeing that Ricky was about a head taller than Billie Joe, he couldn't get it. Ricky held it high over his own head.
"Give it!" Billie Joe yelled at him. By now, everyone was in a classroom and the halls were empty.
"Sh!" Ben hissed at Billie Joe. "There's a classroom door right next to you!"
"Then tell Rick to gimme the thingy!" he whispered back, understanding Ben's point. Ben reached up behind Ricky's head and grabbed the key. He handed it to Billie Joe.
"Narrow, man," Ricky said, hitting Ben's shoulder. "What's it for?" Ricky asked again.
"My garage," Billie Joe said, putting the key in his pocket. "Let's go." The three guys went out the exit. They walked a couple blocks and approached Billie Joe's house.
"What class were we even suppose to be in?" Ben asked as Billie Joe unlocked the garage door. He pulled it up and dodged inside, like it was about to fall down and chop his head off. Ricky opened it a little more because Billie Joe only opened it enough that he could walk in.
"History," Ricky said, walking in the garage. "Sucky, old, boring history." Ben nodded, walking in himself and throwing his backpack on the ground near the door that connects the garage and house. The others did the same and went into the house.
Billie Joe trudged into the kitchen and swung open the fridge door. He pulled out three cokes. He put one in his baggy jeans' pocket and threw the other two into the livingroom where Ben and Ricky caught them. Billie Joe went into the livingroom and jumped on the couch, sitting on Ben's hand.
"Ouch!" he screeched, pulling his hand out from under Billie Joe.
"Haha," Ricky said, pointing at Ben. Ben glared at him and opened his can. It popped and fizzed over his hands and onto the carpet and couch. They all burst out laughing.
"Shut up," Ben snarled, licking his fingers. Billie Joe took his out of his pocket and opened it. No fizz. He took a swig of it and his face made a disgusted look. He spit out the Coke all over the carpet and Ricky, who was sitting on the coffee table.
"What the fuck?!" Ricky said jumping up and dropping his unopened can. Ben was laughing hysterically as Ricky howled.
"Thanks for waiting after P.E.," Billie Joe weezed, smacking Ricky on the back. They turned around.
"Oops," Ben said.
"Jeez, man!" Ricky yelped, rubbing his back. Billie Joe laughed at Ricky's pain.
"Don't we have the nicest friend?" Ben said, grabbing Ricky's shoulder and jerking it a little.
"Oh, shut up," Billie Joe said, dropping his sagging bookbag to his side and bending down on one need to take something out. He pulled out a key, holding it high in the hair.
"Mua-ha-ha," he said, zipping up his backpack and getting up.
"What is it for?" Ricky said, taking it from Billie Joe. Billie Joe tried to grab it from him, but seeing that Ricky was about a head taller than Billie Joe, he couldn't get it. Ricky held it high over his own head.
"Give it!" Billie Joe yelled at him. By now, everyone was in a classroom and the halls were empty.
"Sh!" Ben hissed at Billie Joe. "There's a classroom door right next to you!"
"Then tell Rick to gimme the thingy!" he whispered back, understanding Ben's point. Ben reached up behind Ricky's head and grabbed the key. He handed it to Billie Joe.
"Narrow, man," Ricky said, hitting Ben's shoulder. "What's it for?" Ricky asked again.
"My garage," Billie Joe said, putting the key in his pocket. "Let's go." The three guys went out the exit. They walked a couple blocks and approached Billie Joe's house.
"What class were we even suppose to be in?" Ben asked as Billie Joe unlocked the garage door. He pulled it up and dodged inside, like it was about to fall down and chop his head off. Ricky opened it a little more because Billie Joe only opened it enough that he could walk in.
"History," Ricky said, walking in the garage. "Sucky, old, boring history." Ben nodded, walking in himself and throwing his backpack on the ground near the door that connects the garage and house. The others did the same and went into the house.
Billie Joe trudged into the kitchen and swung open the fridge door. He pulled out three cokes. He put one in his baggy jeans' pocket and threw the other two into the livingroom where Ben and Ricky caught them. Billie Joe went into the livingroom and jumped on the couch, sitting on Ben's hand.
"Ouch!" he screeched, pulling his hand out from under Billie Joe.
"Haha," Ricky said, pointing at Ben. Ben glared at him and opened his can. It popped and fizzed over his hands and onto the carpet and couch. They all burst out laughing.
"Shut up," Ben snarled, licking his fingers. Billie Joe took his out of his pocket and opened it. No fizz. He took a swig of it and his face made a disgusted look. He spit out the Coke all over the carpet and Ricky, who was sitting on the coffee table.
"What the fuck?!" Ricky said jumping up and dropping his unopened can. Ben was laughing hysterically as Ricky howled.
