Part II

Bam! Eric hit head on with the wall to his right. Some guy he had never seen before had thrown him into the wall for, seemingly, no reason at all. He came to me later that day to tell me what had happened, and after pondering it, we still couldn't figure out a logical explanation. Whatever. What the hell. What's new? People don't like us. Big Deal...

So, four days later, after our snow days and weekend, we returned to school. Same old, Same old... As least we thought. seventh hour that day I was called down to the office. Some lady I had never seem before sat next to my principal as I entered the room, that smelled like some guys P.E. shorts. The lady was portly, and had a mustache thicker than most men. Her nose was permanently pointed upward, and her blue sweater didn't match the orange sweat pants she was sporting. My principal, Mrs. Sue, asked me to sit down, so I slid into the chair, still not sure what I did. The lady started asking me questions, such as where I was and with who. Why did she care? I thought for a second it was about me being out past curfew, or about a few of the people I hang out with, that happen to smoke cigarettes to be cool, I guess. But then, the mention of Erics sisters party came along. My eyes widened. I knew Erics mom had mentioned them acting stupid, but... Drinking? Run around almost naked? They are only 12! I told her that we were not there, but she didn't seem to buy a word I said. Fine...Don't believe the Goth kid... I bet if I were wearing some American Eagle or Abercrombie they would believe. Fat bastards.

Eric told me later that they called him down, too. And like half of the sixth grade. But little did we know that a rumor was spreading that Eric had given them alcohol, and threatened, or did rape one of them. We weren't even there! Anyway... More people than ever wanted to get their hands on Eric. Like this one kid... Eric threw him down some bleachers, but that's another story...

The whole party thing got dropped eventually, and everything was back to normal...Or so we thought.