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It’s school time. Teachers are starting to get ready to work. Mr. Julies is showering in the bathtub, singing so loud that his husband tells him to shut up. “Mr. Julies,” Ms. Julies called. “What,” Mr. Julies exclaimed. “I’m trying to watch the morning news and I can’t hear because of your boring singing.” “Well the only thing you need to worry about is the weather,” he told her. “You don’t need the news.” “Oh really,” she said. “You should be watching the news rather than singing in the bathtub.” Mr. Mac is trying to find which suit and tie would best suit him. He takes out a jacket and a tie. “Honey,” he called. “Yes,” Ms. Mac said. “Which suit and tie should I wear?” he asked. Ms. Mac comes to his room, all dressed up for work. “The black one,” she said. “Thank you,” Mr. Mac said. “You’re welcome.” Ms. Louis, who’s half-way dressed, is looking for a bra. “Hey have you seen my bra?” she asked her husband. “Nope I’ve haven’t seen it,” Mr. Louis said. She suddenly finds it. “Okay find it,” she said. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Good,” he said. “You are smart woman.” “Thanks.” Trumaine Alexander, an African-american fourteen-yearold teenage boy, all dressed up for school, is looking at the mirror. He lives in a house full of adults. Not just his parents but also agents and bodyguards. “Ms. Alexander,” Trumaine asked. “Yes,” Ms. Alexander said as she walked into her room. She’s also dressed up for work too. “What time should we leave?” Trumaine asked. Ms. Alexander looked at her watch. “At 6:30am,” she said as she looked at him. “Okay,” he said. “Better get ready,” Mr. Trumain said. “Because this ride is not going anywhere until we leave.” “If the ride is going someplace else then we doomed,” Mr. Sams said. Mr. Trumain and Mr. Sams are Trumaine’s bodyguards. They sometimes get into other people’s bussines. “Alright,” Mr. Alexander said as he walk downstairs. “Are we ready?” he asked. Mr. Alexander look like a goofy man and it sounded like a soul man. Trumaine has arrived in the living room. “Alright,” Mr. Sams said. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

The teachers are driving the cars like everybody else. Then Mr. Mac sees a car, whom he remembered, Mr. Mac decides to drive toward the car. When the red light comes to green, Mr. Mac chases the car. Minutes later, while that, the police decides to chases Mr. Mac. When they see the chase, thinking it will end at school, they jump in the bandwagon. When they to school, Mr. Mac’s car got almost crashed. Mr. Solly just came out of the chased car. Mr. Mac got off the car crash. Trumaine’s car has arrived to school on time. When he arrived, all he saw was a bunch of chasing cars going around the parking lot. Mr. Solly come out of the car running down the sidewalk. Mr. Mac come out of the car chasing him. “Hey you stole my briefcase,” Mr. Mac said. “No I did not,” Mr. Solly said. “It’s not yours, It’s mine.” Mr. Mac knows that his frenemy Mr. Solly stole some of his belongings instead of just buying his in the stores near him.

When Mr. Solly run towards the school entrance, he stopped to see the African-American teen boy who standing behind it. “What’s your name?” Mr. Solly asked. “Trumaine,” he said. “Nice to meet you Trumaine,” Mr. Solly said as rush to enter the school entrance. “Talk to you later.” Mr. Mac also run toward the school entrance. “Hello Trumaine,” Mr. Mac greeted as he stoped to see him. “It’s nice to meet you but I have a situation to handle so see y’all later.” He has no time to meet him because he wants to get his briefcase so badly from Mr. Solly. Trumaine has got a wondering look on his face after he saw the two men entered the school entrance in a hurry, chasing each other. He shug his shoulders and enter the school entrance like the way students did and not run like Mr. Mac and Mr. Solly. When he entered the school, he saw the two men running down the hallway. Ms. Jones, who is standing behind the wall in the hallway, is trying to stop the two men from running. “Hey go back and walk gentlemen,” she exclaimed. “Hey give me back my briefcase,” Mr. Mac requested. “I told you Mr. Mac it’s not your briefcase,” Mr. Solly said. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Excuse me, excuse me,” Ms. Jones trying to say stop but they won’t listen. As a result, Ms. Jones jumped the bandwagon. Everybody watch the situation. Mr. Mac is chasing Mr. Solly because Mr. Solly has Mr. Mac’s briefcase and Ms. Jones is chasing them because there is no running allowed in this building. “Hey didn’t I tell you guys not to run,” Ms. Jones said. “I don’t care,” Mr. Mac said. “Because Mr. Solly stole my briefcase.” “So what,” Mr. Solly said as he looked at Mr. Mac as they still chasing. “It’s not yours.” Ms. Andrews is reading a magazine while sitting down in the chair. She looked up and saw the two men and a woman chasing down the hallway coming towards her. Ms. Andrews got up and tried to block them to stop their running. “Hey stop running!” she exclaimed. But Mr. Solly push her down to the floor. Mr. Mac passes her as he still chasing Mr. Solly down. But Ms. Jones, who’s chasing them to stop running, run toward her to help. “Are you okay,” Ms. Jones asked. “Yeah I’m okay,” Ms. Andrews said as she pick himself up. “Those idiots need to get their act together.”

“I know let’s go,” Ms. Jones ordered her. And they start chasing them. Mr. Julies is talking to fellow teacher Ms. Zicks. “What time do you sleep?” Mr. Julies asked. “About…,” Ms. Zicks is thinking for a moment. “…maybe about ten or elven o’clock.” “Why is that?” “I was watching the state of the union last night.” “Last night? There was a state of the union last night?” “What time do you go to bed?” “Eight o’clock.” “Eight o’clock? So that means you missed it then.” “Okay I missed it, I did not know there is a state of the union…what time did it come on?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know? Do you even have clock?” “Nope I don’t have a clock. I have a clock on my laptop.” “How much your laptop cost?” “$199.000” “$199.000?” “Yeah.” Their conversation was interrupted by the coming chasing of Mr. Solly, Mr. Mac, Ms. Jones, and Ms. Andrews. As they pass them, Mr. Julies and Ms. Zicks decided to join the chase. “You know we better stop them,” Mr. Julies suggested. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Good idea,” Ms. Zicks agreed. And they joined the chase. Right now, there are six teachers chasing down the hallway. But now they started to split up. Mr. Solly went left into another part of the hallway and then went into a classroom. Mr. Mac tried to follow him but he went the same direction, Mr. Solly was nowhere to be found. Then he gets hit by Ms. Jones as she tackled him. “Got you,” she said. Ms. Andrews, Ms. Zicks and Mr. Julies walked toward Ms. Jones as she grab Mr. Mac off the floor. “What are you doing?” Mr. Mac asked. “Stopping you from running,” Ms. Jones said. “Hey what are you doing?” Ms. Andrews asked. “I was chasing Mr. Solly,” Mr. Mac answered. “Why?” “Because he stole my briefcase.” Ms. Jones, Ms. Zicks, Mr. Julies and Ms. Andrews look left and right. No sign of Mr. Solly anywhere. “I didn’t see him,” Mr. Julies said. “Mr. Solly!” Ms. Andrews called as she searches for him. “You are in detetion,” Mr. Julies told. “Whoa wait,” Mr. Mac backed up. “What do you mean I got detention?” “Just what I mean Mr. Mac you got detention.” © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Starting right now,” Ms. Zicks said. They take Mr. Mac to the detention classroom. Meanwhile, Ms. Andrews is looking for Mr. Solly. When she sees him, she open the door. “Mr. Solly what are you doing here?” she asked. “I don’t know,” Mr. Solly said. “You don’t know. You have his briefcase.” “What do you mean ‘his briefcase’”?” “You know what I’m taking about. That briefcase you holding on..that is Mr. Mac’s” “Oh okay,” Mr. Solly said as he nodded his head faster. “But I’m not gonna give it to him.” “You not?” “Welcome to English class Trumaine,” Mr. Mashall greeted. “My name is Mr. Marshall. I’m your English teacher.” He gives Trumaine a handshake. He lets him sit besides a geeky guy with long hair and glasses, named Chalmette. “Today we’ll be doing some..ehh,” Mr. Marshall is scratching his head as he trying to come up with something. “How about the book of Whispers,” he said as he grab the book from the table that was in front of him. Trumaine whispered to Chalmette during the last few miniutes of classtime. “Pssst,” Trumaine said to him. Chalmette turn his to look at Trumaine. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Hi,” Trumaine said. “What’s your name?” “Chalmette.” “I’m Trumaine. I live a few blocks down there.” “Nice to meet you Trumaine,” Chalmette said. “Nice to meet you too Chalmette,” Trumaine said. “So where do you live?” he asked. “Right around Arundel Mills.” “In a house?” “Yep.” “I live in apartment. I hang out with the little kids.” Chalmette got a questional look on his face when Trumaine said that. “Okay well actually I was babysitting little kids but I also hang out with them,” Trumaine said. “Do you have any siblings at all?” Chalmette asked. “No,” Trumaine said as he shakes his head. “I have a little brother.” “How old is he?” “Ten.” “Okay.” The bell starts to ring and everybody jumped up for their next class. “What class do you go to next,” Trumaine asked. “History,” Chalmette said. “What’s yours?” “Matter and Energy.” “Alright see you later.” © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

It’s lunch time. When Trumaine goes to the cafeteria, he’s get pushed to the floor by the freshman bully named Jermaine. “Well hello there black idiot,” Jermaine said. Jermaine’s friends were laughing at Trumaine. However, the students around them were not. “Looks like we got company,” Jermaine said. Trumaine pick himself up from the floor. “Do you want hurt me back stupid,” Jermaine attacked. Trumaine try to turn back so that he could get his lunch. But Jermaine grab his shoulders, turn him around and punch him in the face, making him falling to the floor again. Some students were hyping “Fight Fight!” while others stand there in froze and don’t know what to do. Finally, one person step up. “HEY!” one girl exclaimed. Her name is Sally. “Why go ahead and pick on somebody at your own size,” she said. “Like you?” Jermaine asked as he walked closer to her. “Go ahead,” Sally said. “Hit me in the face.” Jermaine tries to punch her but he reluctant himself not to do it. Not only that, Sally’s eyes were scaring not only him but also his friends as well. “I can’t do it,’ Jermaine said. “Let’s get out of here guys.” Jermaine and his friends walked out of the cafeteria. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

Trumaine was impressed at Sally. “Damn I would hang out with the girl with the scaring-looking stares,” he reacted. Sally walked toward Trumaine as he pick himself up. “Thanks,” he said. “You’re welcome,” Sally said. “What’s your name?” “Sally.” “My name is Trumaine.” “Nice to meet you Trumaine.” Then someone gets up from the cafeteria, throw his finished trey in the trash can and step up to help Trumaine. His name is Coshaun. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Yeah I’m fine,” Trumaine said. “What’s your name?” “I’m Trumaine.” “My name is Coshaun.” Coahaun gives him a handshake. When Trumaine gets out of school, he walks in the sidewalk. When he walks in the sidewalk, He saw Jermaine and his friends around the block. He turns around and run to avoid getting hit. But they notice him running as they saw as him being afraid of them. “Hey you,” Jermaine said.

They decide to chase him down. Trumaine is running faster and faster. But when they get closer to him, they tlacked him to the ground. “Got you now,” Jermaine said as he grab him from the ground. “Now you can’t run any longer.” “Why’re you running away from us stupid,” Gordon asked. “Because you’re all jerks,” Trumaine said. “Excuse me,” Jackson said as he comes toward him. “What do you say dummy?” Jermaine asked. “You are all dummy jerks!” Trumaine exclaimed. Jermaine punches Trumaine in the face. “OWWW!” Trumaine cried. “You calling us jerks, idiot,” Jermaine said to his face. “Then we will call you a jerk too dummy.” Trumaine is so afraid that he makes a sad look on his face. “Ahhh looking for the tough girl huh,” Gordon said. “Too bad the girl isn’t here now,” Jermaine said. They started to laugh now at him. A few blocks away, a 27-year-old young man who has blonde hair named Chad Jakob is walking down the sidewalk listening to his smartphone. When he saw the boys buling the black boy, he take off his earphones off his ears to hear the situation.

“He’s a jackass,” Jermaine said. “Let’s put that idiot in the trash can.” “Noooo,” Trumaine cried as they hold him with their hands and takes him to the garbage. Hearing the screaming and the shouting, Chad decides to run and chase them down. There, Jermaine and his friends put Trumaine in the garbage as they did what they want. As Trumaine tries to get up, the gang laugh at him as they look at him as the nasty him. Then they hear a mad man’s voice. “HEY!” Chad exclaimed. Jermaine and the gang turn around to look at Chad. His face turn a serious look. “What the hell are you guys bullying him?” he asked. The gang look at each other in a scared look, waiting for answers from each other. “You guys don’t know,” Chad said “Uh oh got run,” Gordon said. “Yeah you better run alright,” Chad told. “Next time I’ll kick your butts!” Chad then goes toward the garbage can. “Are you okay,” he said to Trumaine. “Yeah,” Trumaine said as he almost gets up from the garbage can but still struggling.

“Here,” Chad said as he stretch his hand to help him get up from the trash. “Let me give you a hand.” Trumaine’s hand touch his and Chad pull Trumaine from the garbage can completely. “Thank you,” Trumaine said. “You’re welcome,” Chad said. “Wanna come to my house to let me clean you up from this mess?” “I can’t tell you my address because my parents…” “are gonna punch you?” Chad finish Trumaine’s sentence. Trumaine nodded. “I’m asking you that because I don’t want your parents seeing you like this,” Chad explained. “So you want me to be cleaned up?” Trumaine asked. “Yeah,” Chad said as he nodded his head. “Look everything is going to be allright okay.” “Okay,” Trumaine agreed. Chad walk him in the side walk. Chad’s house was a few blocks away from Trumaine’s house. Chad only lives at his house with his girlfriend Emily Schwartz. At Chad’s house, Chad and Trumaine is walking toward Chad’s door. He ring the doorbell because Emily was still living in the house. She didn’t call him to ask if she can leave the house in a hurry sooo Emily must be stayed in the house.

When the door opened, what they saw is Emily who wears a pink tank top tucked into her jeans. “Hello look we got here,” Emily said as she smile. “Who is this?” she asked as she referring to Trumaine. “Hi Emily,” Chad this. “This is Trumaine. Trumaine, this is Emily, my girlfriend.” “Your girlfriend?” Trumaine asked as he looked at Chad. “Yeah what’s wrong?” Chad asked. “Nothing,” Trumaine said. “Nice to meet you Trumaine,” Emily said as he gives him a handshake. “Looks like you have been buliied.” “Yeah he has,” Chad said. “He got thrown in the trash by those evil bastards.” “Is it okay for me to come in,” Trumaine asked Emily. “Because I want to get cleaned up.” “Yeah,” Emily said as he lets him come in to her and Chad’s house. Chad and Trumaine enter the house as Emily closes the door. “Allright take your shirt off” Chad ordered. Trumaine takes his shirt off revealing his tank top. “Now take your pants off,” Chad ordered. Trumaine takes his pants off as he was told to do. But when he takes off his pants off, he reveails his underwear “I don’t want you to be sexy,” he said. “He looks kinda sexy,” Emily said as she look at him. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“I know,” Chad said. “Thank you Emily for that,” Trumaine said. “But I don’t desvere that.” “You desvere to be sexy,” Emily said “C’mon man what do you mean?” “I like the word but the people outside will laugh at me.” “OHHH,” Chad and Emily realized. “Okay we get it,” Chad said. “I’m gonna put your clothes in the washing machine in a hurry as fast as it can.” “So don’t worry about,” Emily said. “In the meantime, why won’t you read some of the books over there.” She’s pointed to the bookshelf in the living room. When Trumaine, in a tank top and a brief, walk toward the bookshelf, the books in the bookshelf look kinda kidish. They are all children’s books. Really there are no books for teenagers, not even for young adults like Chad and Emily. “Ummm..” Trumaine said as he found something strange. “What’s wrong,” Emily said as she walk toward him. “The books are for the kids, right,” trumaine said. “Ahh yeah.” “Do you buy books at your own age?” “No, because the books contain something that we don’t know about.” “Do you guys graduate from college?”

“Yes we did, it’s just that children’s books are better than young-adult books.” “Don’t you think your mom and dad will be kinda ackward when you read children’s books?” “Nope.” Chad put the clothes in the washing machine. He turns the machine on and saw the clothes going around and around in the water. Minutes later, Chad and Emily were sitting down in the left couch while Trumaine is siting down in the right couch. They were talking about being bullied. Trumaine is telling them his story. “When I was going to go home early, I saw the same group that bullied me early at school,” Trumaine explained. “When I started to run, they started chasing me down and hit me to floor. They called mean names like ‘stupid’ or ‘idiot’. I called them ‘jerks’ but it made a lot wose.” “How worse?” Chad asked. “Well he, the leader of the gang, punch me in the face…” Emily’s eyes and mouth widely open after that comment. “Yeah I saw you reaction just like…right now,” Trumaine said to Emily. “I’m sorry if that…” “Now that’s okay. I can see your emotion as you kinda shock about it. That’s what my parents react if they find © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

news that shocking.” “Oh okay.” “As I’m saying, he punch me in the face calling me a jerk. Then they throw me in the trash can, which you, Chad,” he said as he ponted to him. “…saw and scared those bullies away.” “Yeah I kinda step up and say to them ‘next time I see you guys bulling someone I kick your asses’” Chad said as he looked at Emily. “And then I help him from the garbage can,” he continued as he looked at Trumaine. “Which it’s nice, it’s the right thing to do,” Trumaine continues to say. “And then I look kinda messy. So I came to you guys’ house for you two to clean me up.” “Okay,” Chad said as he takes a deep breath. “That’s the end of story.” “Do you guys ever been bullied?” Trumaine asked. “Well..” Trumaine is in the back seat of the car. Mr. Sams and Mr. Trumain were in the front seat with Mr. Sams driving the wheel. They were arguing with each other about letting him into going home alone. Now they point fingers at each other. “See what you done,” Mr. Sams said. “See what? What have I done?” Mr. Trumain asked. “This,” Mr. Sams pointed at Trumaine. “This is what have you done.” © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Me?” Mr. Trumain asked. “You the one who let him walk alone.” “That’s because you made stupid choices for us like going to a store buy some beer that isn’t beer.” “Well yes it is.” “It’s water-ish. We actually drinking water.” “So what the beer we drinking you think is actually water.” Mr. Sams hist his teeth. “You’re….Okay here’s the plan we tell his mom and dad what happen…in a fictional way.” “In a fictional way like how?” Mr. Trumain asked. “I don’t know. Let’s just pretend that the bullying didn’t happened.” “It did happened Mr. Sams.” “Yeah it really did. I’m just telling you not to tell them about it OKAY!” Mr. Sams explaned in an angry way. “Hey Trumaine,” Mr. Trumain said as he turn around to look at him. “We have plan already just now. So please don’t tell your parents because we got this,” he said as he point fingers at Mr. Sams and himself. When the car finally arrived at Trumaine’s house, Trumaine and his two suppsodely bodyguards, Mr. Sams and Mr. Trumain, get off the car. “Okay remember our plan,” Mr. Sams said to Mr. Trumain as he point fingers at him. “Yeah you too smartypants,” Mr. Trumain said. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“You three Trumaine,” Mr. Sams told him as he pointed fingers. “Don’t tell your mom and dad because we got this,” he said as he point fingers at Mr. Trumain and himself. When they get to the door, Mr. Sams ring the doorbell and told everybody to shhhh. When Trumaine’s mom opened, he saw them in a quiet mode. “What happened,” Ms. Alexander asked. “Well what happened was that,” Mr. Sams is trying to explain. “…was that when trying to get home, Mr. Trumain here wants to go out to a store far away from us and it took so long to to get there because all of this traffic going on that is holding us up.” “Yeah, we had a traffic accident on the road,” Mr. Trumain said. “It was horrible out there.” “It did make splash on Trumaine’s shirt because Mr. Trumain open the window for him.” “Because he’s hot Mr. Sams don’t you get it.” “Alright all of you get in the house,” Ms. Alexander ordered. In the morning, Mr. Sams and Mr. Trumain, taking Trumaine to school in the car, were still arguing about what should not happened the other night.

“You should be the one to blame,” Mr. Sams said to Mr. Trumain. “Me,” Mr. Trumain said. “You the one who should get the blame.” “No I shoulden’t.” “Yes you should.” “I mean c’mon you let him alone and get bullied by those monsters.” “That’s what you think you never had any of your calculations right.” “Oh really.” “Do you take a pill?” “No I did not. I did not take a pill Mr. Trumain.” “Then how come I saw you taking tablets on a sercuity camera.” “That ain’t no security camera. You actually watching a movie” “Yeah right like I was actually watching a movie.” “Yeah you are actually watching a movie Mr. Trumain what the hell are you talking about?” “The fact that you..” “I did never take a pill you was actually watching a movie.” “Okay maybe I was watching a movie. I was actually….see I don’t know.” “Huh maybe the movie you watching should be called © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

‘see I don’t know’ because apparently you don’t know about the movie at all.” “Well that’s the reason you let him walk alone.” “That has nothing to do with him being bullied, I can’t can’t understand this at all.” “Ohhh so wait you think I’m the only one who should take the blame.” At school, when Trumaine walked down the hallway, he saw Jermaine and his friends bullying a redhead boy to the ground. Ms. Andrews come towards the situation. “Hey stop that,” she exclaimed. “alright!” The bullying boys looked at her like she’s crazy. “Say you sorry,” she ordered. But the boys were not apologizing to him like she told to. “We not gonna apologize,” Jermaine said. “You not,” Ms. Andrews shouted. “No we not,” Gordon said. “Then come with me,” Ms. Andrews ordered. As soon as they leave, Trumaine walked toward the bullied redheaded boy named Cady. “Hi,” Trumaine said as stretch his hand to help him get up from the floor just what Chad did to him when he was in the garbage can. “Let me give you hand.” He pulled him off the floor completely. “Thanks,” Cady said. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“You’re welcome,” Trumaine said. “What’s your name?” Cady asked. “I’m Trumaine. What’s yours?” “I’m Cady. Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too. Nice hair.” “Thanks.” “I’m mean you hair is a lot cooler than me.” “Your hair look kinda cooler too.” They talk through their next class. “So do you ever been ever bullied?” Trumaine asked. “Not once,” Cady answered. “But twice!” “Wow!” “I was bullied when I get out of school last mounth. They punched me serveal times. I got hurt and then got to the hospital.” “Are you afraid that you gonna die?” Cady nodded his head. “But days later, the doctor tells me that I’m feeling fine now so I got out of the hospital.” “Wow that’s….that’s a terrible story,” Trumaine said. “I’m sorry to hear that,” Cady apologized. “No no it’s okay. It’s okay. I’ll tell you my story of being bullied.” Trumaine tells Cady the whole thing including the time when Chad rescure him from the bullies and take him to his house to clean him up. “Wow,” Cady whispered. “that story is kinda….,” © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Scary?” Trumaine finishes his sentence. “Your story is the scariest. I hope you feel alright down there.” “Thanks for your support,” Cady said. “You’re welcome,” Trumaine said. When school’s over that day, Trumaine and Chalmette is walking down the sidewalk talking about how school was for the day. “You know getting that a good grade on my recent test could be a lot better than I thought,” Chalmette said. “Yeah I got a B+ on a recent math test this morning,” Trumaine said. “Really?” Chalmette asked. “Yeah,” Trumaine answered. “You know you could help me on a science project that will take me long and hard if I do it myself,” Chalmette suggested. “You have a science project?” Trumaine asked. “Well yeah.” “Did the science fair going on right now?” “Not yet, I have long planned for this sicence idea to begin.” “Do you write your idea on paper?” “Yeah.” “Where do you keep it?”

“In my closet. I written my idea on lots of paper several times and I hid them everywhere in my room.” “Oh okay.” “Do you have your idea for your science fair project?” “Not yet. But I’m not gonna wait until the last minute,” Trumaine promised. “You won’t,” Chalmette asked. “No I won’t.” The conversation is going well. But when they saw Jermaine and his friends on the sidewalk talking to each other, things are about to get ugly. Trumaine tried to run away but Chalmette stopped him. “Trumaine where are you going?” Chalmette asked. “I’m afraid of them,” Trumaine said as he points to the gang who bullied him several times. “Heeyy,” Jermaine said with an unfornate smile on his face. “Look we got there.” Trumaine and Chalmette walk toward them. Trumaine got scared while Chalmette goes angry against them. “We got a scardy-cat and his lucky friend who wants to kick our asses,” Jermaine said. “Yeah that’s right bitch,” Chalmette said to them. “I’m here to kick all your asses for bullying my friend to hell.” “Oh really,” Jermaine said as if Chalmette can prove to him and his group. “You can really kick our ass?” Gordon asked. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Yeah I can,” Chalmette said as he can prove to them. “Then how about right now,” Jermaine said. He then try to punch him in the face, But Chalmette duck as it misses him and he punches Jermaine in the gut hard. “Oww!” Jermaine cried. Chalmette then punches him in the face falling him to the ground. “KICK HIS ASS!” Gordon ordered. The rest of them come to attack Chalmette. But everything they use to hurt him misses as Chalmette uses his foot and hands to punch and kick them everystep of the way. When they finally got hurt, Chalmette run toward Trumaine. “Let’s run,” Chalmette ordered as he and Trumaine run away from Jermaine and the gang, which they pick himself up from the ground and started chasing them. Trumaine and Chalmette run toward the statue and they climbed over it and entered the park and they continued running. Jermaine and the gang run toward the statue and they see Trumaine and Chalmette running through the park. “Ah better next time guys,” Jermaine told his friends. “We’re out of here,” Gordon said. They started to walk away from them. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

Meanwhile Trumaine and Chalmette is still running until they get to the sidewalk. They bent down, breathing heavily. “Are they gone,” Trumaine asked as they looked back. No sign of them chasing them. “Yeah I think so,” Chalmette answered. “Good job kicking some butt Chalmette,” Trumaine said. “Thanks man,” Chalmette said as he high five at Trumaine. “Did you did Tae-kwon-do?” “Yeah.” “Beacause what you recently did is really aswome.” “Thank you again Trumaine.” “Oh you’re welcome.” They begin to walk again down that sidewalk. Minutes later, Trumaine and Chalmette walked to Chalmette’s house. Trumaine’s parents said it’s okay to go to his friend’s house with permission and Chalmette’s parents said it’s okay to bring a friend to his house with permission. As they walked into the entrance, Chalmette ring the doorbell. Chalmette’s mom comes toward the door and opened it. “Hey Chalmette,” Chalmette’s mom, Ms. McDolly, said. “Hey Mom,” he said. “Looks like you bring a friend to visit,” she said. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Hi what’s your name?” She said to Trumaine. “Ms. McDolly.” “Oh nice to meet you Ms. McDolly,” Trumaine greeted as he gives her a handshake. “Why do we come in,” she susgessted. They come in into the house. Trumaine thought his friend’s was better than his, although this… After they finish playing video games, Trumaine and Chalmette were talking about something else very serious. “Have you ever bullied?” Trumaine asked. “Yes,” Chalmette asked as he nodded his head. “I am” “When?” “Well I was bullied in middle school. Two students came to me and they steal my books and things,” Chalmette explains. “..and then they started to beat me up.” “How many times?” Trumaine asked. “Several times.” “Were you hurt?” “Yes..I did got hurt. I was trying to get away from them but every time when I try to do that, I get caught by them.” “Who are those bullies?” Trumaine asked. “I think they are named Alex and Jack,” Chalmette guessed. “Did you go to karate school at the time?” © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Yeah. I was thinking of fighting with them. But at the same time, my parents will punish me for doing what I’m gonna do.” “So you didn’t try to attempt to fight with those bullies but you did you go to a teacher?” “Yes I did go to a teacher for help.” “Did the teacher stop the bullies from bulling you?” “Yeah she did. She then call their parents about it and they grounded them.” “Did those bullies ever apologized to you?” “Well yes, they did apologized to me. They say ‘I’m sorry for everything I did to you I won’t do it again’” “Do you really want to kick their butts?” “Yeah I would but not at that time.” Trumaine nodded his head. “Do you have any problems in your life before this?” At Trumaine’s house, Mr. Sams and Mr. Trumain, who were both blamed each other for what happened at the bullying incidents, decided to built a video camera helmet for Trumaine. They decided to do this because they want not only the school staff to know this but also the police as well. When they finished it, the helmet has a hole and it means that the helmet has a camera inside of it. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Trumaine,” Mr. Sams called. “Come here right now.” Trumaine came downstairs. “Yes,” he said. “I got a…” Mr. Sams is about to say something before Mr. Truman’s face look kinda questioned. “Okay we got a helmet for you Trumaine,” Mr. Sams said as he looked at him. Mr. Sams turns around, grabs the helmet and show it to Trumaine. “It’s called the video camera helmet,” he said. “The video camera helmet?” Trumaine asked. “It has a video camera inside the helmet,” Mr. Truman said. “We built on it because we want to prove the world that…..you being bullied,” Mr. Sams said. “And how does it work?” Trumaine asked. “Well you turn on the camera by the push of the button on top of the helmet,” Mr. Sams said as he does that right now. The helmet turns on the camera on with the picture of red light besides the screen brightenings. “Could you record it?” Trumaine asked. “Ah yeah,” Mr. Truman said. “It records when it turns on the camera.” “Does it have a cd, dvd or a tape in here?”

“Well actually it is a hard drive camera what you do is that you connect this helmet to the computer and it can loaded all the recorded videos on the drive.” “But don’t record a lot of videos,” Mr. Truman warned. “It has a battery on there.” “Yeah the more videos record the more battery you using,” Mr. Sams warned him too. “So I have to because using it,” Trumaine asked. “Yeah.” “Look Trumaine,” Mr. Truman said. “The helmet is only used when you see any bullying activity.” At school the next day, Trumaine told everything the other day to his redheaded friend Cady. “Wow Chalmette can kick some butt outthere,” Cady said. “I’ll bet he can kick the bullies’ butts again when he sees the bullies next time.” “You can say that again Cady,” Trumaine said. Chalmette is walking towards Trumaine and Cady. “Hey guys,” Chalmette said. “Hi Chalmette,” Trumaine greeted. “This is Cady. Cady, this is Chalmette.” “Nice to meet you Cady.” “Nice to meet you Chalmette.” They greeted as they give each other a handshake.

“I heard that you the butt kicker kicking ass yesterday,” Cady said. “Oh really,” Chalmette said. “Yeah.” “Did Trumaine told you that just now?” “Yeah,” Cady said as he nodded his head. “Did you go to karate school?” he asked. “Well yes I did,” Chalmette said “Do you get a black belt?” “Yeah I did, it’s in my room.” “Okay,” Cady said as he nodded his head again. “Do you want me to teach you how to karate?” Chalmette asked. “Well no…,” Cady then change his mind sort of. “..okay a little bit.” “Okay we can do karate. How about Saturaday.” Trumaine is walking with Mr. Truman and Mr. Sams, when suddenly they find Chad walking towards them. “Hey Trumaine,” Chad said. “Hey Chad,” Trumaine said. “Good Afternoon sir,” Mr. Truman greeted. “What are you doing here Chad?” Mr. Sams asked. “I just came here to walk down the sidewalk,” Chad answered. “So wait,” Mr. Sams said. “You came to walk.” “Yeah.” Chad notices a helmet on Trumaine’s head. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Why is he wearing a helment?” he asked. “Because the helmet protects him from injuries,” Mr. Truman said. “But it also has camera inside of the helmet to capture footage on video,” Mr. Sams explained. “Why does it have a camera inside?” Chad asked. “Because Trumaine is bullied and we wanted to prove that one to the school,” Mr. Truman answered. “Ohhh I see,” Chad realized as he nodded his head. “Have you ever bullied?” Mr. Sams asked. “Yes I am. He asked me about it and I told him my story.” “He said that…,” Trumaine said. “Well do you want hang out with Chad,” Mr. Truman asked. “We would love to go to you know.” “Yeah,” Trumaine answered. “Do you and Emily have any plans for us?” he asked Chad. “We can go out on the lake,” Chad said. “..if you guys want to.” “We can go out on the lake with you two,” Trumaine said. “Don’t you gentleman,” he said to Mr. Truman and Mr. Sams. “Yeah,” Mr. Sams agreed. “We can go together.” In the Silver spring lake, Trumaine, Mr. Truman, Mr. Sams, Chad, and his girlfriend Emily were walking in the lake with boats and paddles. They put the two boats on the water with the paddles on top of the boats. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

Mr. Truman and Mr. Sams are sitting on their own boat while Trumaine, Chad and Emily were sitting on the other boat. “Alright me and Mr. Sams are sitting on our boat while you guys sit on your boat,” Mr. Truman said. “Don’t worry about us.” “Okay good luck!” Trumaine shouted as Chad and Emily waved to them. Then Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman sit on their boat and started peddling. “Alright let’s roll,” Mr. Truman ordered. “You bet cha,” Mr. Sams said. Their boat started moving. Trumaine, Chad and Emily sat down on their boat, which kinda cooler than Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman’s. boat. “So wanna go for a ride,” Chad asked Trumaine. “It would be fun,” Emily said. “Sure,” Trumaine said as he hopped on the boat. Chad and Emily hopped on the boat too. Chad then untie the ropes to the boat and then make it move away from the benches. Chad paddle the boat while he and Emily talk to Trumaine. “So how’s school?” Chad asked Trumaine. “School’s fine.” “Is school great?” Emily asked. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Yes it is, school is great.” “Do you have any friends,” Chad asked. “I was thinking when I first come to the school that I can’t make friends because people think that I’m different,” Trumaine explaned. “But now they make friends with me, especially Chalmette and Cady.” “Who are Chalmette and Cady?” Emily asked. “Both of them were glasses and both of them are kind geeky or nerdy. But the difference between is that Chalmette is kinda a strong average guy who can kick butt in kiarate class and Cady is kinda scardy-cat like me but he’s kinda trying to be brave at some point.” “Is Cady a girl or a boy?” Chad asked. “Cady is a boy Chad,” Trumaine said. “I know it’s kinda confusing to both of you but really Cady at school is a boy.” “We get your point,” Emily said. “Where do you guys work?” Trumaine asked them. “Well me and Emily work at a fast-food restuarunt,” Chad said. “What restuarunt?” “McDonalds.” “Do you guys get any money from there?” “Yeah Emily got more money than me,” Chad said. “Yeah girls make more money than the boys.” “Hey do get a job?” Emily asked. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Nope. Not yet.” Then Trumaine relazied he did have a job. “Well actually I have..babysitting,” he said. “You babysit?” “Yes.” “Who did you babysit?” Chad asked. “The Chucker kids. They are sometimes little bit rivarlish.” “They fight each other?” “Yes.” “But did they work together?” “Of course they can. What do you expect a meltdown?” “Well kids fight a lot.” “I know.” “Do you have any siblings?” “Yeah do you have any brothers and sisters?” Chad asked. “No not really,” Trumaine said. “I think I’ll be better by myself.” “Why?” Chad asked. “Because I think they brother me sometimes,” Trumaine explained. “Oh. Well I had a little brother who used to bother me a lot.” “He does?” Trumaine asked. “What’s his name?” “Andy.” “Andy,” Trumaine thought for a moment. “I like that name,” he said. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

The boat is moving very safely. “Do you guys have any embarrassing moments ever?” Trumaine asked. “Well I was having a bad hair day when there was a picture day at school,” Emily explained. “I feel sorry for her,” Chad said. “So your friends laugh at you, at the picture or a little bit of both?” Trumaine asked Emily. “Some of them laugh at me and my picture because of my hair,” she answered. “Oh I’m so sorry Emily,” Trumaine apologized. “Oh that’s okay.” “May I see your picture?” “I can’t.” “Why not. Look I promise I won’t laugh at this picture. What about you Chad?” Trumaine said as he looked at him. “I don’t know,” Chad answered. “You can’t tell us your emberassing moment?” Chad tries to say something but he gets nervious. “Okay I tell my embrassing moment instead Chad,” Trumaine said. “What’s your embrassing moment?” Emily asked. “I was sitting on a restuant,” Trumaine explain. “Any when I get up the yogut was on my butt.” “Did your pants get washed after that?” Chad asked. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Yeah. Next time I will be paying attention to the seats more often,” Trumaine promised himself. “Well this boat trip is having a little bit of fun and a little bit of conversation,” Emily said. “Huh huh.” Trumaine looked at the sea the boat is driving. The sea looked nice and beautiful clean. The sky is so beautiful too. “Is the weather outside is gonna be rainy?” Trumaine asked. “Sunny tomorrow, raining the next day,” Chad said. “Did you always watch the news?” “Not much,” Emily said. “But we often look the news on the internet.” “Where on the computer or your smartphone?” “Both. It depends.” Meanwhile, Mr. Truman and Mr. Sams were on the boat travling down the river. “Mr. Sams,” Mr. Truman called. “Where are we going?” Mr. Sams looked up in the air left and right. “Ahh gee,” he said. “Gosh. I don’t know.” “You don’t know,” Mr. Truman said. “Do you bring a map with you?” “No,” Mr. Sam answered. “Why not?”

“Because we smart people. We don’t need a map.” “So you think that because we don’t have a map means that we know where we going?” “Yes we are.” “You you are so stupid,” Mr. Truman said as he get’s pissed. “So I’m stupid huh,” Mr. Sams said. “You could get your own boat next time because I’m not doing it your way, matter of fact your stupid way.” “Fine I’ll go swim in the water,” Mr. Truman said. “You’re gonna swim in the water?” Mr. Sams asked. “How you gonna find you way out?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know huh. That’s a mystery.” They keep on fighting until they hear a splash from the water. They look around the water. “What was that?” Mr. Truman asked. “I don’t know,” Mr. Sams answered. Another one just splashed. They looked at each other. “Looks like a whale,” Mr. Sams guessed. Mr. Truman looked at the water again. To him it’s not a whale. “No Mr. Sams,” Mr. Truman said. “It’s a shark.” “It’s a shark?” Mr. Sams asked in a shocking way. “Yes it’s a shark.” They look each other again and then at the water. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“We better get out of here,” Mr. Sams said. “Good idea,” Mr. Truman agreed. Mr. Sams peddle the boat again, this time really fast because they are scared of the coming shark. They headed toward another boat with some people. “Hey maybe they can help us,” Mr. Truman said. “Yeah,” Mr. Sams agreed. Mr. Truman stand up. “HELP,” he cried. “SOMEBODY HELP US!” Trumaine, Chad and Emily looked overhere as they hear a cry for help. “Go over there,” Trumaine said. The boat is moving faster towards the coming Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman’s boat. “Hey they’re coming,” Mr. Truman said to Mr. Sams. “I see,” Mr. Sams said as the boat comes faster towards them although their boat is also coming towards it. The boats come closer to each other. “What’s wrong?” Trumaine asked. “There’s a shark coming this way!” Mr. Sams cried. “Yeah..,” Before Mr. Truman say anything else, the shark jumped out of the water scaring Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman and frightening Trumaine, Chad and Emily before the shark comes into the water. “Get us out of here,” Mr. Sams cried. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Okay,” Emily said as she and Chad grab his hand. “We’ll save you,” Chad shouted. Trumaine grab Mr. Truman’s hands and they all pull the two men out of the water. “You guys allright?” Trumaine asked. “Yeah,” Mr. Sams said as he sits up. “We alright,” Mr. Truman told them. “Chad spin the wheel now,” Emily told him. Chad goes to the wheel and speed the boat faster. Later in the night, Trumaine, Chad, Emily, Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman were all camping out in the camp fire. The fire has been built out in the logs. “So how’s you guys’ boat trip,” Mr. Sams asked. “We know that you having a great before the shark ruined it.” “We just having a conversation Mr. Sams,” Chad said. “Wow about your….,” Emily says. “It’s terrible,” Mr. Truman interrupted her. “What happened?” Trumaine asked, “Mr. Sams doesn’t want a map for us to go so he dicded that he thinks that we’re smart enough to know where we are going.” “You know what,” Mr. Sams said. “You should bring your own boat.” “Yeah I should bring my own boat next time but when I come to the boat you should bring me a cell phone.”

“Alright you two just stop it,” Emily ordered. “Let’s get into some serious business shall we.” “Well actually we’re into a serious conversation,” Chad corrected her. “Not business.” “Oh okay.” “So what you guys up to,” Mr. Sams asked. “Yeah what you guys up to,” Mr. Truman asked. “Am…,” Chad said as he thinks for a moment. “We’ve been talking about bullying and stuff like that,” Emily said. “Have you guys ever been bullied?” Trumaine asked Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman. Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman looked at each other. “No,” Mr. Sams said as he shakes his head. “Me neither,” Mr. Truman said as he did the same thing as him. “Not at all,” Emily said as she raised her eyebrows. “Nope,” Mr. Sams said. “C’mon,” Chad said. “You guys must be bullied…as a kid.” Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman looked at each other again. “Alrgight,” Mr. Truman admitted. “We’ve been bullied,” Mr. Sams admitted as well. “Thanks guys for being honest,” Chad said. “And not been hiding something like you doing just now,” Emily said.

“Sorry guys,” Mr. Sams apologized. “But we can’t help ourselves.” “Yeah we trying to hide things and things aren’t really working,” Mr. Truman explaned. “Well you better stop hiding something,” Emily said. “You guys are two grown men,” Chad said. “Yeah we are,” Mr. Sams said. “No you guys aren’t,” Emily said. “I hear that your guys argure all the time, in the car, at home…everywhere.” “Well did you guys argue each other too?” “Well sometimes,” Chad answered. “Like what?” “Um, I don’t yet.” “You guys fight but you don’t remember anything.” “Okay maybe an argument over a children’s book.” “A children’s book?” “Actually, it’s which children’s book should we buy,” Emily said. “Who wants to buy a children’s book?” Mr. Truman asked. “Maybe we should ask Why would an adult buy a children’s book for himself or herself?” Mr. Sams said. Mr. Sams is reading a newspaper on a plastic chair outside beside the restaurant. Mr. Truman exit out of the

restaurant with two ice cream cups on his hands and he brings one to Mr. Sams. “Ah thank you,” Mr. Sams said as he folds the newspaper and started eating ice cream. “Oh you’re welcome,” Mr. Truman said as he started eating too. “You know this is the best ice cream that I’ve ever tasted.” “Yeah me too.” “When you try this ice cream?” “Right after I come to work late yesterday afternoon.” “Oh that’s good,” Mr. Sams said as he nodded his head. “Since when did you tried eating this ice cream?” Mr. Truman asked. Mr. Sams thought for a moment. “Um..never,” Mr. Sams said as he shakes his head. “Never?” “Never.” “Well what ice cream flavors do you eat?” Mr. Sams thought for another moment. “Chocalate, Vanilla…that’s it,” Mr. Sams answered. Mr. Truman shrug his shoulders. “Alright,” he said. “What should we do next..right after ice cream?” “Um…I think we should go to that building over there,” Mr. Sams said as he pointed to an apartment building. “What’s going over there?” © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“I don’t know.” “You don’t know. You said we going to that building and you don’t know what’s going on in that building.” “Okay maybe people residenting inside the building,” Mr. Sams guessed. “So you think it’s an apartment building?” Mr. Truman asked. “Yeah,” Mr. Sams said as he nodded his head. “Alright,” Mr. Truman said as he finishing up his ice cream. “We’ll go over there.” “Thank you,” Mr. Sams said. In the apartment building, Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman enter the entrance. They see Mr. Thompson’s sister, who looked muscular and buff, in the front office. “Hello there,” Ms. Thompson said. “How’s everybody?” “Pretty good actually,” Mr. Sams said. “We just had our ice cream sir,” Mr. Truman said. “Sir?” Mr. Sams asked Mr. Truman as he looked at him. “Well what’s wrong with sir?” Mr. Truman asked. Mr. Sams is shaking his head like he’s been ticked off. “You better watch your mouth,” he warned. “Is sir a bad word?” Mr. Truman asked. “Um excuse me,” Ms. Thompson interrupted them. Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman looked at her again. “Is there anything here that I can help you with?” she asked. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Ah yes,” Mr. Sams said. “Have you seen Mr. Thompson?” Mr. Truman asked. “My brother?” Ms. Thompson asked. Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman got confused as she said it. “No,” Mr. Sams said. “Mr. Thompson. Not your brother.” “Because Mr. Thompson is my brother,” she explained. “Oohhh,” Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman realized. “Why don’t you said that,” Mr. Sams asked. “Because I thought you know that,” she answered. “No we don’t. And besides we don’t answer questions correctly.” “So have you seen him,” Mr. Truman asked her. “Yes,” she answered. “Do you guys want to see him?” “Yes,” Mr. Sams said as he nodded his head and so is Mr. Truman. “Okay,” Ms. Thompson said as she look at her computer. “He’s in room 205, upper level.” “Thanks,” Mr. Sams said as he and Mr. Truman head towards the elevator. “You guys welcome.” The elevator opens up and a dog ran out of it. “Man, she’s buff,” Mr. Sams said as they went into the elevator. “I know,” Mr. Truman responded. “She pretty has done some intense workout.” “Yeah,” Mr. Sams nodded. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

The elevator closes. When it gets into the second floor, it opens again and Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman walked out of the evalotor. They walked toward my room and knocked on my door. I come out of my fancy chair and head towards the door and I see them standing there waiting for me to answer the door. And then I did. “Good morning,” I said. “Good morning Mr. Thompson,” Mr. Sams said. “Could we come in?” Mr. Truman asked. “Yeah,” I said. And I let them in my apartment. “So what brings you guys here?” I asked. “We just came to ask you a few questions,” Mr. Sams said. Mr. Truman looked at him like he’s out of nowhere. “Well not really,” Mr. Sams said. “But I just wanna know do you have any files about the lake?” “What lake?” I asked. “The lake that’s in Silver Spring.” “Oh,” I realized. “Why?” “Because there’s a shark on the water.” “Oh really,” I said as I started to wonder about it. “Well I’ll see about that shall we,” I said as I headed to my bedroom.

Mr. Sams is waiting patiently but Mr. Truman is still looking at him. “Do you think this is the lake’s supervisor?” Mr. Truman asked. “No,” Mr. Sams said as he shakes his head. “Then why do you ask him?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know a clue of what’s going on from your head. You just came into this apartment and you don’t what’s going and now you asking him information about a shark that we encounter in the lake,” Mr. Truman said in an angry tone. “Correct,” Mr. Sams said. “What kind of a person are you?” “I don’t know.” “Again with the ‘I don’t know’, maybe next time try something sensible before you start come up with things like just now.” “Okay I get,” Mr. Sams interrupted. “I should not blurt out nonsense stuff from my head.” Mr. Sams looked at Mr. Truman. “Is that what you want?” Mr. Truman takes a deep breath. “Yes,” he said in a calm way. “Good,” Mr. Sams whispered. I come out of the bedroom with the folders and the papers in my hands to show them. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Okay,” I said. “This is the file of the lake.” I give it to Mr. Sams, which he opens it up. “Can I sit on one of those chairs there,” he asked me. “Sure but be careful,” I warned him. “Why?” “Because I don’t want you to break something in my apartment.” “Oh okay,” Mr. Sams said as he nodded his head. Mr. Sams, Mr. Truman and I sat down in a table looking at ‘The Lake’ file. Mr. Sams is searching for documents about the shark. I was watching him steadly while Mr. Truman is looking at the celing. “Really,” Mr. Sams said. Mr. Truman look at him. “There’s no document that said a shark on it?” Mr. Sams look at Mr. Truman with his mouth opened. “Well don’t look at me,” Mr. Truman said. “I’m not the one who has it.” Mr. Sams then look at me. “Do you have the document?” he asked me. “No,” I said as I shaking my head. “I got to be honest with you I don’t have the doucument.” “No document about the shark,” Mr. Sams asked repeatedly. “Nope not at all,” I said.

“Do you have another file about the lake?” “Of course,” I said as I got up from my seat. “Let me look for it.” I then went back to my bedroom to look for it. Mr. Truman looks at the celling again. “Do you ever think that there’s proof that the shark was in the lake?” he asked Mr. Sams. “Yeah,” Mr. Sams answered. “You been searching for this for a while now. Can we do something else?” “Well what are we here for?” “I don’t know maybe..” “Hah,” Mr. Sams shouted. “You compained that I said ‘I don’t know when we come to this place’, now you said you don’t know.” “Look I wasn’t said in my contractual term that I could know any better than you but to me it said in my contract that…” “What contract you don’t even had a contract.” “Ah yes I do,” Mr. Truman said as he nodded his head. “Where?” Mr. Sams asked. “In here,” Mr. Truman said as he handed his contract from his suit pocket and show it to him. Mr. Sams grab it and look at it. “It didn’t say that you are smarter than me,” he said. Mr. Truman turn the page and pointed at it.

“Oh okay,” Mr. Sams said as he gets it as he ticked himself off. “Got it now,” Mr. Truman said. “Yeah.” I come back with another file of the lake and I bring it over to Mr. Sams. “Here there are,” I said. “Here is the Lake copy.” Mr. Sams begin quickly searching again. Mr. Truman looked at him and shaking his head thinking that he’ll never gonna find it. “Oh my god,” Mr. Sams said. “No document about the shark at all?” “Nope,” I said as I shaking my head. “Okay then you search it,” Mr. Sams said as he throws the lake files on to the table towards me. “Look there’s no information about the shark in those doucements,” I said. “Do you look at them,” Mr. Sams said as he look kinda funny. “Yeah.” Mr. Sams looked at Mr. Truman as he looks at him too. “Alright there’s no document about a shark in the lake or nothing like that at all,” Mr. Sams said as he admitted there’s nothing there about a shark in the lake. “Thank you,” Mr. Truman said to Mr. Sams. “Told you there’s no document about it.” © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Well you didn’t told that there’s no document…” “Ah I think I did,” Mr. Truman interrupt Mr. Sams. “Right after you ask him for the first time.” Mr. Sams look kinda tired and ticked off. “Alright what’s next,” he asked. “Well how about this.” Mr. Truman then look at me. “Mr. Thompson, could you tell us what happened so far…from your perspective?” he asked. I thought for a moment. “Um…not really,” I said. “C’mon,” Mr. Truman said. “There could be something.” “Do you watch television?” Mr. Sams asked. “Yes,” I said. “Do you watch the news?” Mr. Truman asked. “Nope,” I said as I nodded my head. “You didn’t watch any news at all,” Mr. Sams asked. “Well at you look the news in the internet,” Mr. Truman guessed. “Yes I do.” “Well at least he watches the news,” Mr. Sams said. “…on the internet.” “Yeah I could hear that clearly,” Mr. Truman said. “Well thanks for visiting here with me,” I said as I look at the watch on my arm. “But I have to go like now,” I said as I look back at them. “Really,” Mr. Truman said. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Yeah.” “You said you leaving so that you can kick us out,” Mr. Sams said. “No I’m not kidding,” I promised them. “This is not a joke.” “Oh sure it is.” “Mr. Sams,” Mr. Truman said as he look at him. “Alright you right Mr. Thompson,” Mr. Sams said. They all exiting out of the room. When they did, I locked the door. “Alright,” I said. “See you guys later.” “Okay then,” Mr. Sams as he waved at me and so is Mr. Truman. “We’ll see you soon.” I then walkstairs rather than the eveavlor because the evavlotor scares me. Then Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman hear something like a dog growling. They look left and right. “Mr. Truman do you hear that,” Mr. Sams said. “Yeah,” Mr. Truman said. “I thinking it’s coming over there.” He’s pointed to that dog who’s barking. Then the dog looks at them. Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman look at each other afraid of the angry dog. Then the dog started running towards them. “Let’s run,” Mr. Truman ordered. “Good idea,” Mr. Sams agreed. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

They started running away from as they heading toward the closing elevator. They hurry themselves inside it as it closes leaving the dog behind, who is barking loudly. Then the dog run downstairs following the elevator. In the elevator, Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman waited patiently, both of them scared of the dog. They thought they escaped from it and thought the dog got stuck in the second floor. But they were unaware the dog goes down stairs. When the elevator opens up, Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman were frightened to see the dog again. “Crap,” Mr. Sams said. “Move idiot,” Mr. Truman said to the dog as he jumps over it. They started running again, running past my sister and exited out of the building. The dog is chasing him until they left the entrance. My sister, Ms. Yakziezh, is watching the situation. Outside, Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman is rushing through their car. They enter it, with Mr. Truman driving behind the wheel. “Okay that is a close one,” Mr. Truman said. “That was close one?” Mr. Sams asked as he look at him. “That dog could bite us.” “I know.” Mr. Truman is looking at the dog who’s still inside the bulding. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Do you think that the dog will chase us?” he asked. “Nope,” Mr. Sams said as he shaking his head in a panic. “Good let’s get out of here,” Mr. Truman suessgeted. He turn the car egine up. “Because the dog could chase us any minute now.” The car then unparks and drives out of the way. Trumaine is walking down the sidewalk of a downtown Silver Spring with his best friend Cadey. “Where are you taking me,” Cadey asked. “To the ice cream shop,” Trumaine said. “Chalmette and his friend Hessley brought Ice cream for us.” “Oh really,” Cadey said as he look at him. “Could they melt by the time we come here?” “Oh don’t worry Cadey. They came here before we did so everything is going to be allright.” A man is giving them two Ice Cream cups to them. “Oh thank you sir,” Cadey said. “Thanks for the ice cream,” Trumaine said. “Oh you’re welcome,” the man said. Then Trumaine and Cadey walked towards Chalmette and Hessley (who has ongrane hair), who had just sitting down in the plastic chairs and just about to put two extra ice cream cups when they see Trumaine and Cady walking towards them. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Hey Trumaine,” Chalmette said. “Hi Chalmette.” “We just about to save some for you but eventually you here so…,” Chalmette has a second ice cream in his hand. “Here you go,” he said as gives it to Trumaine. “Thanks,” Trumaine said. But he gives the ice cream to Cadey. “For me?” Cadey asked. “Why?” “Because you deserve to have another one,” Trumaine said. “Well I just got an ice cream. I can’t eat them all off.” Trumaine looked at Hessley. “And you must be Hessley,” Trumaine said. “How do you know my name,” Hessley said. “Because I know Chalmette, who’s sitting beside you, very well.” At the same time, Hessley gives a coin to show to them. “What’s that,” Cadey asked. “It’s a picture,” Hessley said. Trumaine and Cadey looked at the picture. “A picture of me being bullied?” Trumaine asked. “and crying out loud?” “Well sort off,” Hessley said. “What it’s supposed to be?” “Well it’s kind like a kid who’s trying to escape but he’s caught and beaten up by those bullies, making him cry.” © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“A fortune coin,” Cadey wondered. Trumaine and Cadey look at each other. “Why did you draw this?” Trumaine asked. “I draw it because I want to show it to everybody,” Hessley answered “Do you show it yet?” Cadey asked. “Not yet. I want to show it to everybody but I think that nobody will believe in me.” “Chalmette what did you think about this?” Trumaine asked. “I don’t know,” Chalmette said. “I think he may send it to everybody and have the anti-bullying words out.” “Did he draw anything else beside this one?” Cadey asked. Chalmette thought for a moment. “Ahh..gee,” He’s still thinking. “You can’t remember don’t you,” Trumaine said. “Gosh I can’t,” Chalmette said as he shakes his head. “Well Hessley It seems that you trying to help me is that correct?” “Correct,” Hessley said. “I see that you not having a good time in high school so I came here to help but I’m figuring myself how I can send this drawing without getting me in trouble.” “Maybe Chad can help us,” Trumaine susgested. “Who’s Chad?” © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“My adult friend in the neighborhood.” “The blonde guy who comes to meet him,” Chalmette said. “Oh well I see him before,” Hessley said. “….Just not the name of him.” “You think that Chad will help us?” Cadey asked. “Yes Chad know this when he was a kid,” Trumaine said. “Right?” Everyone else looked at each other. Moments later, they arrived at Chad and Emily’s house by walking down the sidewalk. “Trumaine,” Cadey called “Are you sure Chad will help us?” “What did I told you,” Trumaine said. “Yes he can. How many times did I have to say this over and over again?” “A thousand times,” Chalmette said as he walk past him. “Thank you Chalmette.” “I just want to know if Chad was the right person who can help us stop the bully,” Cadey said. “Yes Cadey he’s the right person to stop the bully,” Trumaine said as they climbed to the entrance. Then Chalmette ring the doorbell. The door opens and this time it wasn’t Chad. It was his girlfriend Emily. “Hey guys,” Emily said. “Hi have you seen Chad?” Trumaine asked.

“Yes he’s in the shower,” she answered. “Are you guys come here to visit us?” she asked. “Well we came because..we want you guys to help us stop the bully who bullied Trumaine,” Hessley said as he shows it to Emily. “Oh,” she gasped. “Oh my god are you alright.” “Yes I’m allright,” Trumaine said. She let the door open. “Come inside everyone,” she said. They all come in into the house. They take off all the shoes off and place them beside the door. Emily walk upstairs to get Chad. “Hey Chad,” she said. “Yeah,” he said while he’s in the bathroom showering. “Could you come after this because there’s something important I need to talk to you about.” “What is it?” “It’s something that the teenagers give to us.” “A gift?” “No. It’s the bullies the teenagers are telling us. They said that the bullies might gonna kick your ass? “Well can I teach those stupid idiots a lesson?” “Well yeah,” Emily said. “But not right now. You’ll teach them a lesson when you have time.” “Okay.” Emily walk down stairs. Trumaine, Chalmette, Cadey and Hessley were sitting down on the couch. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Chad will come here in any minute,” Emily told. “He’s gonna bring his coinookie?” “What’s a Coinookie?” Trumaine asked. “It’s a device that can track down the bad guys. “Could you tell us if you know any information about the coinookie?” Hessley asked. “Well I know the fortune coin already. The Coinookie was founded by a dozens of people called The Coinookie – it’s a combin and a dozens of people thought that the coinookie will make them a lot of money because young people make diveces that make money.” “Did it work?” Chalmette asked. “Well the Coinookie started off not doing well,” Emily answered. “Did they give up?” Cadey asked. “Sometimes yes, sometimes no,” she answered. “How can it sometimes be yes and sometimes be no?” “It’s kinda a mystery tough hard question,” she explained. “The company is trying to make something different and they tried to market something different.” “What happens the coinookie didn’t work?” Hessley asked. “I don’t know,” she answered. “Maybe the users might send them to the company to fix it.” “Did the coin ruined the bad guys’ lives,” Chalmette asked. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

Emily thought for a moment. “Yes,” she said as she nodded her head. “Unfortnatly it did because the coin…it looks like if the bad guys are trying to hide themselves...” Emily is trying to explain what this coin is but she still looking to correct herself to make sense. “…okay the coin…pretend this coinookie is the their wrost nightmare and the bad guys are trying to hack. Did it work? Well the person who’s trying to hack it has given a message from the Coinookie company. And what did they say in the message?” “Too bad you lose,” Hessley guessed. “No,” Emily said as she shakes her head. “Actually yes if I’m talking about something else. But I’m talking about the coinookie. As I’m saying, what did they say? They said that the police will get you all over the city/town in a few minutes.” “And what happened next?” “Well…I don’t know what’s next. I have to look it up?” Chad comes from the shower and heads downstairs. “Alright,” he said “What’s going on? Do you still have it?” “Chad,” Emily called. “Cadey has a dream that Trumaine will beaten to death when he challenge them to the fight.” Chad looks at Cadey. “Are you sure?” he asked Emily. © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

“Yeah,” Emily said. “Are you physic?” Chad asked Cadey “No..,” Cadey said as he shaking his head. “Well..sort of.” “Do you bring your coinookie?” “Oh yes,” he said as he grab his coinookie from the pants pocket. Chad turn to look at the teen boys. “Hey guys,” he said. “Do you see The Coinookie?” he asked. “The coinookie?” Trumaine asked. The coinookie?” Cadey asked. Then, the teenage boys look at each other. “Yes,” she said. “It is the coinookie.” She slapped her head. “Oh my god did you guys just heard of it now or Chad make you guys forgot about something.” “We heard of it,” Chalmette said. “But we didn’t see it until Chad show it to us,” Trumaine said. “Oh,” she realized. Emily takes a closer look at the fortune coin. Trumaine, Chalmette, Cadey and Hessley all looked at each other. Chad sits down on the rocking chair. “Well you certanitly right,” Emily told. “Chad why did they called it the coinookie?” Trumaine asked.

“I don’t know,” Chad answered. “I think they just…made that up” “They just made that up?” Cadey asked. “Yeah,” Chad said “I just heard something on the news and the rest of the internet and I saw you on the Wayilezick.” “There something about the bully who have been beaten Trumaine up and so I have to draw the situation and I try to help him by showing to everybody but I don’t think it’s gonna work,” Hessley said. “Did you gonna show it to everybody or..?” Chad asked. “He was going to show it to everybody but he came here for my help,” Chalmette explains. “I was giving him some advise that you could put some anti-bullying words on that picture.” “So you saying that he should make a public service annoucment,” Emily said. “Like a PSA poster.” “Yeah,” Chalmette said as he nodded his head. “Oh okay I get it now,” Hessley said. “Do you guys know anything about this?” Trumaine asked the two adult friends. “Yeah,” Chad said. “I just met Trumaine when Chad brought him to our house for a visit and I know he’s bullied,” Emily said. “But before that I was listening to music while was walking but then I was gonna distracted by the secne © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

where he got in the center of those mad men.” Chad explains. “When I heard that the bullies were trying to dump him in that messy garbage, I rush in to scare them away and that’s when I met him.” “Is there any chance that you guys come to our school?” Trumaine asked. “Well maybe,” Emily said. “We’ll gonna have a talk with the restaurant manger so that he will make us visit to that school.” She look at Hessley. “Like you said Hessley,” he said. “Could we help them?” Cadey asked. “Yeah,” Emily said. “But why won’t you guys speak up I mean why won’t you guys tell the school faculty you know the school principal, councilors, teachers, among others?” “Yeah,” Chad said. “Why won’t you guys just speak up?” “Because, as Hessley said, we so afraid to say it,” Trumaine said. “Plus we think that everybody else won’t take this seriously.” “Yeah but Trumaine,” Chad says as he gets up from his chair “Look I know what you saying and what you gonna say,” Trumaine said as he interrupt Chad. “But I don’t understand how are we gonna speak up. The people… they just don’t care.”

“Okay Trumaine,” Chad said as he takes a deep breath. “I understand what you saying.” Emily looked at both Chad and Trumaine back and forth. “But,” Chad continued. “Did you tried to tell them?” Trumaine is looking down thinking himself. “Hmm no,” he said as he shaking his head softly. “See that’s the point Trumaine,” Chad said. “I mean I know you afraid to speak and you all are.” He then look down at the carpet. “But…” He was trying to say something but then he was lost it. “huh what am I going to say?” he ask himself as he scratch his hair. “Well how about the police to stop them,” Emily susgessted. “That well the police will aresst them and then those bullies will never bully you again,” she said as she pointed at Trumaine. “You really think so?” Trumaine asked. “Yeah,” Emily said as she nodded her head. “Hey what did I ever think of that?” Chad asked. “Emily you are a genius,” he said as he comes and kiss her before he sit back down. “I mean it will work but does it take too far.” “No,” Emily said as she shaking her head. “Bullying is a crime so the police have to arrest those bullies and have them surfer the conquences.” “Well are we standing up to stop those monsters,” © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

Hessley said as he gets up from the couch. “Well, I mean the bullies?” he corrected. “Well yeah,” Chad said as he gets up from the rocking chair. Everyone else get up from their couches. “Hey Emily will the school be involved with this,” Trumaine asked as he forgot something when he gets up. The rest of teenage boys looked at Emily. “Well it depends,” Emily said. “The school may think we were all joking but I think they’ll realize we were serious about this.” “What did you mean?” Chalmette asked. “You know the school – that you guys go to – did not know what’s going on because…,” before she can say everything else, she realizied something. “Hey did they bully you at school?” she asked Trumaine. “No,” Trumaine said as he nodded his head. “They were bullying me outside. One time they bullying at school but it was my other best friend Cadey.” “I was kinda pushed on the floor by those evil..,” Cadey said as he goes mad at this. “You know what I’m talking about.” “Chalmette did they..?” Chad asking him. “No,” Chalmette said as he knew Chad is gonna ask him. “They did not bully me and plus I don’t see any of them or other student bullying or being bullied at school.” © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

Everyone looked at the each other. Chad and Emily realized a reason. “So maybe this was reason why you don’t speak up?” Chad asked “Because apparently the school is ackwardy safe for all of you?” Emily asked. “Well not really,” Cadey said. “There was a warning from the bullies that…” “That they are gonna kill me to death if I tell those school adults,” Trumaine finish Cadey’s sentence. “As well as me,” Cadey added. Chad and Emily looked at each other. “Is this why?..” “Yes,” Trumaine said as the boys nodded their heads. “Oh so that’s why you guys were afraid to speak up,” Chad said. Chad unbelibable can’t understand what the bullies have been told to Trumaine and Cadey. But before he could say anything else, a doorbell has been rang. “I’ll get it,” Chad said as he walk toward the door. When he opened it, he saw Ethan folded her arms looking at his watch. “Hey are you Chad?” Ethan asked. “Yeah,” Chad said. “Can I come in?” “Sure.” © 2012 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

Chad let Ethan in the house. Everyone else stare at him in surprise. “Ethan what are you doing here?” Trumaine asked. “Well I was listening to the conversation,” Ethan said. “And..” “You were listening to our conversation?” Emily asked. “Yeah..” “Where?” “Look I was about to ring the doorbell,” Ethan explain. “But the conversation is so loud and impotant I had to press my ear to the door.” “Well what are you doing here anyway?” Chalmette asked. “I was going to have a meeting with Chad and Emily about this ‘bullying’ thing but since you all here to talk about it,” Ethan says. He then lost it for a minute as he shaking his head. “Never mind,” he said. “I ask Chad and Emily this..what part were you guys don’t understand?” he ask, looking at them back and forth. “What are you talking about Ethan?” Emily asked. “You know the…’speak up’ thing. I think the reason why they won’t speak up is because of this warning Trumaine has been given to.” “Correct,” Chad and Emily said it together. Ethan thought for a moment. He then nodded his head.

“Do you guys have a plan,” Ethan asked as he looks at everybody. “We have a plan to call the police,” Hessley said. “But that was Emily’s plan,” Cadey said. Ethan looked at Emily. “Yes that was my plan,” Emily said. “That was your plan?” Ethan said. “To call the police?” “Yes what other plan do we come up?” Emily asked. “Just ask the school principal? It’s not just the school that we deal with.”