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Thursday arrived too quickly Tommy thought as he cluelessly watched the geography teacher explain what a volcano looks like. He slouched into his chair, he had already written two pages worth of work, he simply didn’t care about doing anymore. It was rainy and windy outside, Tommy really liked the rain. Wilbur and he used to sit in the rain after school sometimes and go get a costa before he got home.
Wilbur didn’t ever have time to go do that now though. Tommy was okay with that, him Tubbo and Ranboo would meet up once he got home and would go hang out anyways. He didn’t mind too much. He loved Wilbur’s company, he understood Tommy so well, he knew what made him laugh and smile. Tommy considered Wilbur to be his best friend. He was always there for him, he had saved him from getting into too much trouble with his parents. He owed Wilbur the world.
Tommy had zoned out for a while, he was brought back to reality when he heard his name being called multiple times.
“Tommy? Tommy? Do you know the answer?” Tommy’s geography teacher called on him. She looked at him and back at the board pointing at a diagram of a volcano.
“Urm no miss I don’t sorry.” He responded sitting up in his chair properly holding his pen in his hand.
“Pay attention.” His teacher spat. Turning back around revealing the answer Tommy should’ve known.
She carries on teaching the lesson.
Tommy soon notices someone leaning over his shoulder to read his notes. He turns around in his chair. He felt his blood boil.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Tommy whispered rather loudly.
“I was- I just-” Tommy didn’t let him answer.
“If you wanted help you could’ve asked the teacher! I worked hard on this. Fuck off and do your own notes.” Tommy yelled this time standing up in a rage.
“Urm excuse me, sit down! Enough of that language!” Tommy heard his teacher shout. He did not care, he was angry. Tommy’s grades were bad enough he didn’t want other people to have his hard-earned notes.
“Why don’t you get off your high horse jack-ass! I just wanted to borrow your notes. Watch who you are speaking to.” The boy from behind yelled back. Throwing a pen at Tommy hitting him in the chest. That was enough to get Tommy mad. He rushed over to the boy from behind and instantly went to hit him. The boy stood up in an instant, the two clashed together punching and kicking until they were purple and blue.
The teacher did not try to get them to stop, she ran out the room going to find other members of staff to help.
Tommy felt someone pull him away from the idiot who stole his notes. He was still angry. He punched,kicked and yelled in the air. The other boy stumbled backwards into another teacher.
Everything was silent and awkward for a few moments, until he found himself being dragged to the principal's office.
The door slammed as he entered.
The teacher,Tommy and the principal sat there in a brief silence. All you could hear was the intense typing on the headmaster’s computer.
Tommy held his bloody-red fist tight. His face began to bruise purple, His body ached, he didn’t regret what he did. Well he hadn’t until the principals next words.
“Tommy, we have called home. You are being suspended for a 2 week time period. We will be sending you school work to do online. You will complete every task you can in an hour per lesson every week day. Your parents are unable to collect you so they have sent someone by the name of Wilbur Soot to come get you today.”
Tommy’s face dropped. He was in deep trouble now. Not only would his parents be more disappointed in him than they already are, Wilbur would be mad at him. He didn’t know what to say so he simply nodded.
“Go to the nurse, your face is purple.” The principal’s voice echoed in his mind. He got up and walked up. The principal murmured under his breath. “Kids nowadays.”
Tommy arrived at the nurses office. The boy he had gotten into a fight with was sitting there. The teacher who was with Tommy edged him into the room.
“Come to say sorry.. Jack-ass?” The boy laughed whilst resting an icepack on his face.
Tommy wanted to hit him again, and again until he stopped breathing. He resisted the urge.
“Fuck off” Tommy spat, not making eye contact
“Hey! You two knock it off!” The nurse yelled, waving Tommy to sit down far away from the boy.
He was given an ice pack and a few bandages for his hand.
All Tommy could do now was wait.
Wait for his brother-like figure to come get him.
Minutes later Tommy is called back to the office. He walks in to find two men talking. One man being someone he recognised clearly.
Wilbur was here.
Tommy was screwed.