A Comedy of AR's (Book 2)

Chapter 23
CHAPTER 223 .......... Middle School Redemption

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CHAPTER  223

With the help of some gloves, I worked as fast as I could … to rip up the edges of of the bloody bedroom carpet.  I wanted to perform my role as part of a six-person team.  Afterward, I stripped naked and was anxious to clean up with the small tub of milk/water.  My bloody clothes would be tossed … along with most everything else in the room.

 

I located a clean cloth and wrapped up Gort’s scrotum.  I stepped onto the clean bedsheets on the floor and entered my room to pick out fresh clothes.  In about an hour, the other five people returned.  (I counted Shilo as a person.)

 

“How did it go, Mom?”

 

“Tight as a drum, sweety … Gort is now sleeping with the fishes, along with Yolanda Schmecpepper.  They make a cute couple.”

 

“I pulled up the carpet but I can’t stay up too late.  I have a big day in school tomorrow.”

 

“That’s okay, sweety.  Dad, Daniel, and Shilo will begin the cleanep operation.  I saved my teeth and Dad will drop me off at the oral surgen.  You and Major need to go to school.”

 

“Mom, people are going to know that you’re in the hospital for oral surgery.  What should we tell them?  How about that I accidentally hit you in the mouth with a baseball bat.  That could knock out three teeth.”

 

“Too exotic, sweety.  It’s not even baseball season.  Just say I slipped in the shower.”

 

“Okay … Mom, could you treat the school with lunch of toffee bars for dessert … kind of like a celebration since I regained my memory?”

 

“Of course.”

 

“Daniel, did you bring back some goodies?” I asked.

 

“Five Guys burgers, tons of fries, and milk shakes.  Dig in.”

 

 

 

On Thursday morning, I entered the school but went straight to the office rather than homeroom.

 

“Dr. Glass, may I speak to the entire school during homeroom?”

 

“Of course, Derrek … any good news?”

 

“Oh, yes mam,” I answered.  “The best.”

 

I tapped on the mic to make sure it was working.  I wasn’t going to waste time.

 

“Good morning.  This is Derrek Adams.  During the last three days, a monster has been trolling the hallways and classrooms of our school.  That monster was me.  I’m not going to ask for forgiveness, because the amount of hurt and pain that I caused to friends and teammates is beyond forgiveness.  I deserve to be shunned by all. 

 

I don’t understand concussions or brain damage.  But just because I had amnesia, it didn’t give me the right to act like an asshole.

 

Nor will I apologize … because the vicious words that I spewed out during the last three days went so far beyond the pale, that no level of ‘sorriness’ on my part can make up for the damage I’ve caused to friendships and to the hurt feelings which resulted.

 

The lesson I’ve learned is that hateful words can be more powerful weapons that sticks and stones.  Perhaps some day, I can work hard enough to regain your trust.  But today is not that day.  The wounds caused by my words are still too fresh.

 

This morning, my guilt is mixed with joy.  My amnesia is gone.  I now remember all of you.  My mom would like to celebrate by treating everyone to free toffee bars at lunch time.  And I would like to start off this morning by trying to become a better person.

 

My personal reputation is in tatters.  I must re-earn lost friendships, regardless of how long it takes.  Go Nads!

 

 

 

When the mic shut off, the principal, Dr. Glass approached me.  “Derrek, may I speak to you a moment?”

 

“Sure,” I replied.

 

“Derrek, there’s an old saying that ‘When life gives you lemons … you should make lemonade’.  So far this year, you’ve been poisoned, kidnapped, shot at, and concussed.  But from what I’ve seen since the first day you arrived at our school, you’ve set up your own lemonade stand.  Good luck today, and welcome back.”

 

“Thanks, Dr. Glass.”

 

I left the office and proceeded down the long hallway to Miss Premo’s homeroom.  I was a little nervous because I didn’t know what type of reception to expect from my two best friends, Maddie and Hoshi.

 

I took a deep breath and walked in.  Absolutely everyone in the room who saw me fell silent.  I stood and faced my classmates.  For maybe fifteen seconds no one moved.  Then Maddie and Hoshi walked toward me.  Madeline hugged me high and Hoshiko hugged me low, although they still didn’t say anything.

 

Then the rest of my homeroom classmates also began moving toward me.  A few said, “Hey, welcome back.”

 

Madeline finally broke the ice with a huge smile. “Welcome back to EARTH, Derrek!!”

 

Hoshiko beamed.  “My papasan will be pleased to hear that I did not lose my only male friend.  Your soul is good, Darakatoms.  I recognize now that the other person was only pretending to be you.  I hope you are rid of him forever.”

 

“That will be a lifelong goal, Hoshiko.’

 

“I wish you wouldn’t play football anymore.”

 

“I need to be aware of my surroundings and not dive after a ball when somebody’s helmet is headed in my direction.”

 

Madeline nodded.  “Derrek, we won’t tell you what to do, but we want you to stay healthy.”

 

“I appreciate your concerns, both of you … And I’m glad to BE back.”

 

Satrline Valentine slapped me on the shoulder and chortled, “Hey, wise guy!”

 

From the weird look on her face, I had a feeling that she was here to offer a heavy dose of sarcasm.

 

Starline held her nose shut and whined out the words, “Well MY daddy says that you’re a bad influence on me because you’re a BAD boy and you’re not allowed to be my boyfriend anymore.”

 

“You’re daddy’s very right, Starline.”

 

“Well, don’t go hiding out in any closets, bad boy … I’ll know where to find you.”

 

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I’m looking for a place to hide.”

 

With my two best friends in tow, we happily chased down to Math class while some of the other students waved towards us.  “Welcome back, Mr. President,” a few offered.

 

We found our Math instructor practically asleep at his desk.

 

I couldn’t pass up a chance to needle him in front of Maddie and Hoshi.  “Gee, Mr. Victum, why do you look so tired?”

 

He opened his eyes.  “I was up really late last night, Derrek.”

 

“Doing what, Mr. Victum?”

 

“I was playing a board game with a friend.”

 

“Which game, Mr. Victum?  Was it with your girlfriend, Shilo?”

 

“Yes, Derrek.  It turned out that Colonel Mustard killed Mr. Body in the conservatory with a dagger.”

 

(The two girls giggled and ran back to their seats.  I followed.)

 

 

 

When I got to second period Spanish class, I wondered how my relationship with Senorita Gato would proceed.  We looked at each other kind of with blank expressions.   It was one of theose awkward situations in which she knew that I knew that she knew that I knew that we had sex on her desk the other day after school … just another normal detention.

 

I mean, so what?  I licked her pussy and she sucked my cock.  Big deal … Didn’t our own school try to teach us that on Gentle Puberty Day?  It wasn’t as if it were the first time she was molesting me.  It was beginning to be old hat already.  It was almost like we were dating.  I’m sure glad Sammantha didn’t cut off my teacher’s pechas (boobs).

 

So if I had to tell the truth in front of the class, what would I say?  How about, “Cogi a nuestra profesora el lunes por la noche.”  (I fucked our teacher on Monday night.)  “Nostros contabamos hasta sesenta y nueves.”  (We were counting up to 69.)   “Me comi su cono.”  (I ate her pussy.)  “Y ella lamio mi gallo.”  (And she licked my rooster.)

 

“Explote como un volcan en el fondo de su garganta.”  (I exploded like a volcano into the back of her throat.)  “Y ella trago mi jugo de amor.”  (And she swallowed my love juice.)

 

“Cuando llegue a casa, un hombre corpulento intento violar y matar a mi madre.”  (When I got home, a large man tried to rape and kill my mother.)  “Pero nuestro robot lo detuvo.”  (But our robot stopped him.)

 

“Entonces, mi madre le corto los huevos al hombre y lo mato.”  (Then my mother cut off the man’s balls and killed him.)  “Y luego arrojo su cuerpo al fondo del Lago Erie.”  (And then she dumped his body into the bottom of Lake Erie.)

 

“Tengo sus testiculos en mi mochila.”  (I have his testicles in my backpack.)  “Alguien le gustaria verlos?”  (Would anyone like to see them?)

 

“Y luego cenamos con cinco chicos”  (And then we ate Five Guys for dinner.)  “Debo explicar que in realidad no nos cominos a cinco chicos.”  (I should explain that we didn’t actually eat five guys.)  “Ese es solo el nombre del restaurante.”  (That’s just the name of the restaurant.)

 

“Cada vez que me encuentro con la Senorita Gato en privado”  (Whenever I meet Senorita Gato in private,)  “Mi pene siempre se cansa.” (My penis always gets tired.)

 

Well anyway, that’s what I WOULD have said if I had been hooked up to a polygragh (lie detector).  As was the case, I felt that it was better at this time to say nothing.

 

 

 

When I arrived at fourth period lunch, of course I wanted to rejoin my teammates.  But there were certain protocols that had to be followed.  I couldn’t just invite myself back. Several days ago, Dilinger X VonChompion had discharged my place at the table.  So it was sort of like a motorcycle gang if they take away your jacket.

 

I’m sure the two of us were thinking the same thing.  After I got settled alone with my lunch at a table far away, about a minute later, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

 

“Are you lost?” Captain X asked me.

 

“I was for three days,” I replied to him.

 

“Well, pick up your tray and come back to the team table.  We want you there.”

 

“Everyone wants me back, X?  After what I said?”

 

“Everyone has agreed that that wasn’t really you speaking.  None of us is an expert on concussions.  So we’re giving you a ‘Mulligan’ … a do-over.  It’s time to stop analyzing.  Pick up your tray and join us.”

 

I followed X back to the team table … where Big-O was the first to greet me.

 

“Derrek, I want to thank your mom for providing these free toffee bars today … but with a warning that if anyone here eats too many of them, they’re liable to become morbidly obese.”

 

Sheepishly, I responded, “I think that’s a line that I’ll probably never live down.”

 

 

 

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