The Art Of Delinquency

Prologue

Zack's POV

School. Is. Hell
Period.
You can't argue with that, cause one way or another you know I'm right.

Listening to Principal Jacobson  giving you a lecture (about how setting Mr.Browns hair on fire is not funny) is also hell.

And it was actually hilarious.

Setting Browns hair on fire that is, not the lecture cause that was boring as hell.

I mean, it wasn't even his real hair. We all know Brown wears a wig...

"Zack"

At least thats what it looks...

"Zack!"

And if its not a wig...

Then we might need a new P.E teacher.

"Zack Rodriguez did you listen to a word I just said!" Principal Jacobson boomed.

"Nope" I said, popping the "p".

Principal Jacobson ( or how we call him PJ) let out a exasperated sigh and ran a hand down his face.

"That's it, I've now decided tha-"

"That you should quit?"

"Wha- No!"

"That you should use breath mint?"

"No!"

"That you should get hair transplant?"

"No!" Said PJ going red in the face.

"I've decided that you are going to be doing a new sport in P.E."

"What's that?" I asked nochantly looking over at the time on the clock. Damn, I'm gonna be late going home.

"Dance"

"That's cool- WAIT WHAT!?"

PJ smirked.

"I said, you'll be doin dance in P.E"

"YOU CAN'T FUCKING MEAN THAT!" I stood up abruptly knocking the chair over.

"Language, and I do mean that" PJ said smugly.

"As you lot don't like doing other sports with Mr. Brown, you will be doing Dance with a new teacher."

"I just won't come." I said.

"Ah, ah ah." PJ sang.

Like actually sang.

Fucking weirdo.

"If you don't come you will fail and if you fail you won't be able to get out of here and I don't think you would want that."

"Whatever, just don't expect me to do that dancing shit." With that I walked out the door.

But as I went I swear I saw PJ checking his breath.