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[indent][indent]So, it was the senior year already, huh? Where had the time gone? It seemed like it was only yesterday when Jackson Drake Jr was entering the halls of King’s Academy as a naive freshman, being overwhelmed by the sheer size of the massive high school campus. Everything that was around him was new and foreign. All of the major buildings for most of the main subjects were spread throughout the spacious campus (within reason, of course), but to a short and spout then-14-year-old, it was too much. And as one could expect, he had gotten lost so many times that it wasn’t even funny after the tenth time. At that point in his first semester, Sonny, as he preferred to be called, had his luck run out. He got detention.

And since that first day of sitting in the old 10th-grade history class (where detention had been held for 5 years), Sonny had eventually made himself in a seat in the back of the class. Over the past three years - now four, apparently - Sonny had grown accustomed to sitting in that seat at least once a week - three if he was feeling extra rebellious. Yes, Sonny Drake was basically the resident bad boy of King’s Academy. One would think it went to one of his best bros, Kavi, or even Archer, but nope! That bad throne is reserved for a special kind of degenerate. And it takes a special kind of misfit to continuously be sent to detention. Sometimes, people think that he enjoyed being sent there. And to that, he would reply.

[color=darkorange]“I mean, it’s getting me out of class, so why not, right?”[/color]

To those good-doers, it probably was a taboo and controversial response, but Sonny didn’t mind it one bit.

As Sonny sat at a table not far from the cafeteria, he let out a sigh. He didn’t know what time it was now, but he had to come in early because he assumed he’d be the first one. Oh sure, he’d get up early for school - let alone the first day - but he won’t apply the same commitment to his karate. The irony of Lazy Sonny at its finest. But hey! On this Tuesday, Sonny was actually in a good mood. And that meant he was likely not to get into any trouble for at least a week.

“Mr. Drake, you sure here early.”

‘And like that, Sonny’s self-promise to not get into any trouble seemed like a distant dream. And it was all because of the slightly-overweight latino man that was standing over him. His name was Nicko Gomez. The guy who holds the record for sending Sonny to detention the most. In just one school year, Sonny was sent to detention at an approximate sixty times by this man - this man whose class had always been English - found Sonny to be such a bother that he didn’t want to deal with him in Sonny’s sophomore year. Easily the one teacher Sonny came really close to actually decking.

Remain calm. This guy is not worth it, Sonny.

[color=darkorange]“Decided to set a good example for the rest of you. And what about you? Just get back from the local taco truck or something?”[/color]

Mr. Gomez laughed, “‘as ignorant as always, I see. But no, I’m here to open up my class. Do be good, Mr. Drake.”

Sonny watched Gomez walk away, the urge to shout some sort of racial slur strong within him but he, again, restrained himself. But god-forbid he wants have a little fun, huh? Man, this fucking sucks.

Sonny took out his phone, going on a texting frenzy. He sent a group text to the Misfits.

[color=darkorange]“Get your asses here to the bench close to the cafeteria. Gomez pissed me the hell off.”[/color][/indent][/indent][/color]