Trouble Maker

Dalton S and Hunter F

I’m here to tell you a story on how I got in trouble, I lived in Great Falls, Montana. It is a small city that has around five-thousand people in it. Anyways I was a scrawny kid, and I had a buzz cut with brown hair, and I was a very naughty boy. In school I was the worst student out of all of them. One day I did something very bad to the school. I took a bottle of spray paint and sprayed graffiti all over the side of the school. It felt so good to do that, but I wasn’t really thinking at the time.
Then the next day the principal got out of his car with amazement. The principal had a briefcase with a computer, and had a wig on his head and had an orange suit on. He was ferries, and walked fast to see what the sign said. On the side of the school in BIG letters said SCHOOL’S NOT FUN! Then he went into the school and looked at the cameras. He saw that Jim Bo did it, so he called him up to the office.
When I came into the office the secretary said,”he’s in there.” When I walked into the office I was frightened because there was a cop with a gun in his pocket and a tazzer, and there was a bald counselor with lots of paper in his hands.
Principal Bob said,“sit down son!”in an angry voice. I mumbled,“NO!” Then the cop came over and put me into the seat. Principal Bob was talking to the cop, and I could over hear them whispering what they were saying.Principal Bob whispered,”you cover the door in case he tries to run.” When Principal Bob and the cop were done talking principal Bob explained,“Do you have anything to say for yourself.” I said,“No,”in a voice like I didn't care. Principal Bob yelled,“Well I do!” in a very angry voice. “I caught you on camera with a bottle of spray paint, and you looked like you were up to no good.” I said,“yeah I was, what are you going to do about it, you can't hit me.”Principal Bob yelled angrily back,“Ya i can’t, but I can give you a three week in school suspension, and make you CLEAN THAT WALL OFF WITH A TOOTHBRUSH.” The counselor said,“You are going to have a lot of anger counseling.”I cried,”Why!”The counselor said in a ferries voice,”because you had the guts to spray paint bad things on the side of our school, your lucky that you are not going to Juve!”I said,”Why can’t you guys take a joke.” “This is no joke Jim Bo.”“You wait here, I’ll call your parents, and tell them to come and pick you up.”“No No don’t do that if you do my dad and mom will flip out!”I explained.“Well why did you do it then.”“Because I Wanted to be the cool kid.”“Well maybe you shouldn’t have done that.”A couple of minutes later the priceable came in to tell me that my parents were on there way.
When they got there they screamed,”get in the car, you are grounded for a year.” Than I ran into the car, and now I’m here at my big blue house with a white fence around it, writing this story on how I got in trouble.