Josh counted the number of cobwebs In Principals Rockwell large office. By the side were numerous trophy's encased in a large show glass - to intimidate people - Josh was sure. He counted the files disarranged on the table, bellying the urge to get up and stack them right.  He noticed the worn out chair that was chipped at its edges. He noticed the creak of the worn out chair if you leant backwards. He saw the stack of books high up on the shelves that looked like it hadn't been touched in years. There was a portrait of Shakespeare hanging on the wall, looking directly at him. He looked at the name tag on the desk and wondered if Principal's Rockwell had a last name. Maybe he was just Mr. Rockwell. Simply, he was bored. He had been here for the last fifteen minutes and the principal still wasn't here. Maybe he forgot that there was s

Principal Rockwell herded the monstrosity of kids out of the building.  A pile of wet, paint-ish, looking, snotty kids. Mr Toby would not be pleased. And also why was a boy wearing a Cinderella dress in school? If he wasn't right, this had to be the month of July. Halloween was still a long yet.  Oh. It looks like that boy Josh. The boy he caught with an improper description of a nude woman. The boy he'd bullied into his numerous tasks. The boy who didn't let him under his skin. Most of the kids fashionable clothes were already streaked with stumps of paints. Red mixed with blue, amber, spots of pink and bubbles were floating out of the school. The younger kids giggled and tried to catch them, clearly enjoying the scene. One particular kid streaked

Hunter cycled lazily on his bike. He mostly kept to the bicycle lane, careful to avoid traffic. The cars and motorists moved slowly, typical of Californian street roads. Honks and curses interchanged each other as they flowed, a never ending stream of rude remarks and quippy quotes. Hunter watched the world wheeze by his bike. He watched a woman wheeling a baby cart down the street. He saw a child playing outside on the lawn. He saw the billboard advertising a generic soap. He saw the troops of people moving into the movie theater. He saw a traffic warden sticking tickets on the cars who'd over stayed their parking pass. He saw the laughing trio of girls, shopping bags hooked under the crevices of their arms. He saw the black man ahead helping an elderly lady into her house. He saw the police officer parking his car on the street, moving towards them. He braked and his bike jerked forward and he stuck his foot out to ste

Presently, all the cool kids had jumped up on their chairs. Hunter almost laughed out loud. Josh scoffed. Zoey looked amused. Chirag was offended. "Get it away!" Michelle was screaming. Chirag pushed back his chair and marched to their table. "What're you doing? Come back!" Zoey called. But Chirag was determined and took nine short paces to the table.  With a jab, he yanked the lizard out of the sauce and laid it reverently on the ground. Nearby kids scampered away in fear.  "Don't come near me!" Linda said, shooing him away with her hands. "I h

Zoey breezed into Hunter's yard, jumping off her bike, almost crashing her bike and Josh. She bent down on the gravelled driveway and picked up some smooth pebbles which she thought would be enough for signalling Hunter. "What are you doing?" Josh asked. "I'm going to throw these at his window, dummy". She replied. "You're really out to break windows, aren't you?" Josh brought his phone out of his pocket. "Why don't we text him".  Zoey smiled. "You know, since I've known you, that's the only sensible thing you've said". She taunted. Josh scowled. "Sent that text yet". Zoey asked, keeping herself busy by removing dirt from her nails. Josh peered into his phone, not seeing much because he'd dimmed the brightness. "Scoot over". Zoey said. Josh scooted a bit on the steps. "Hey, why is your phone so dark?" She asked,