Charlie Bone and his friends were walking in the garden with nothing to do and nothing to talk about. The spring morning was fresh and everyone was in high spirits. The only thing wrong is, yes, you guessed it…there's nothing exciting to do.
Charlie sighed. He waited for the others to say, "What's wrong?" but they never did. Charlie sighed again, this time louder. Silence… Charlie groaned. "I said…" He sighed even louder and longer.
"Okay, okay, we get it, you're bored…so what can we do?" snapped Olivia, her hot pink hair flying behind her as they walked. She was wearing a large blue scarf and purple high heeled boots. Her jeans were all covered with badges and all sorts of color…same goes for her shirt. The only thing "un-Dramatized" was her purple cape.
Charlie shrugged. "Something…" He was wearing his normal school uniform, just like the others in the group. Emma stole a glance at Olivia and she glanced back, smiling. Charlie noticed this and asked, "What is it?"
"Didn't you see it? It was amazing!" exclaimed Olivia, hopping up and down.
"What is?" asked Lysander, walking quickly to Olivia's side to hear well. Olivia stopped and so did everyone else, looking curiously at her…besides Emma who grinned widely.
"Oh, you'll find out soon at Breakfast…besides, we're supposed to be out here for a morning walk," Olivia began to head back to the school. "Not a morning meeting!"
Tancred looked at Emma when they were walking back. He believed that Emma's beauty blinded him every time he looked at her; her eyes, always shining with happiness and her voice sounds like birds, chirping in the morning. It made Tancred smile.
Emma kept on walking and when they got to the cafeteria, the group split up to sit at their tables; Charlie, Fidelio, Billy, Gabriel went to the Music table, Olivia to the Drama, and Emma, Tancred, and Lysander to the Art table.
Charlie sat down with his friends following his lead. "So what do you think the 'thing' is?" asked Billy, adjusting his glasses.
Charlie shrugged. "I don't know…maybe something good. It better be good, I would want a good laugh."
Charlie leaned his head over to the aisle and tried to catch a glimpse at the front table where the staff sits at. He hoped that one of the teachers would explain. Fidelio tapped him on the shoulder, holding back a laugh and pointed in the other direction. "Look," he whispered.
Charlie turned his head, snorting with laughter when he tried to hold it back. Manfred was at the doorway, wearing make-up and a dress. His face burned with anger and embarrassment.
"How did that happen?" Billy asked, smiling widely. He let out a small laugh and clamped his mouth shut with his hands.
"Alright, whoever laughs gets three detentions!" Manfred roared, silencing all laughs, giggles, chuckles, and snickering.
"Who glued this dress on and who put un-washable makeup on me? WHO?!" Manfred bellowed.
Every head turned around, looking for any guilty faces. In the Drama Department, it's usually harder because they act innocent…although some are looking away as the funniness was too much. Someone glues a white powdered wig with elegant curls on Manfred's head. His face was red with anger.
Manfred looked over to the music table. "BONE!"
Charlie looked around, alarmed. "Why does he always blame me?" Charlie hissed.
Manfred stomped down the aisle and pulled Charlie out of his seat. He fell flat on the floor. "What?" Charlie asked roughly.
"Did you do this?" Manfred asked in a low and angry voice.
"No, but I wish I did." Charlie said, furious. "No can you leave me alone? I'm trying to eat my breakfast and your ugly face is ruining my appetite."
Everyone gasped. Charlie stared with horror at what he had just said. "I know, triple detention for me…great…on it." Charlie mumbled, sliding back in to his seat.
Manfred yanked him out of his seat again. "No, you don't have detention."
Charlie's gaze went to Manfred's eyes with a questioning look.
Charlie gaped at Manfred who looked content. "What? But I didn't do anything!"
"That's what they all say." Manfred said, pointing to the doors. "What are you waiting for? You're done, I'm through with you."
Charlie looked back at his friends who looked astonished. Charlie looked at the Drama department. Olivia's eyes were wide with terror. Over at the Art table, Emma, Tancred, and Lysander were all standing up to get a better view. Charlie could see their horrified looks.
Charlie slowly got up and looked Manfred in the eye. Charlie could feel everyone's eyes on him, watching.
Charlie turned to go without looking back. He planned to lock himself in his dorm but Manfred went to go get Charlie's stuff. Charlie took a deep shuddering breath and opened the wide doors and down the steps. He had just noticed that everyone got up and looked out of the windows from the halls watching him depart.
"Great…" Charlie muttered. "Now I'm the center of attention and I didn't do anything…"
Charlie could feel strong winds coming and it started to rain heavily. He turned around. "TANCRED! Do you mind if you calm down? It would be easier for me to leave!"
Everyone turned to look at Tancred, who backed up turning red. "Sorry…" Tancred yelled back. "But please, don't go!"
Then everyone began to yell complaints about Charlie leaving, that is, everyone who isn't a rival of Charlie's. They began to whoop with joy.
Olivia looked into Charlie's eyes, talking him out of leaving with her own. Charlie didn't notice, he just stood there, grateful that Tancred calmed a little, in the light rain.
Billy's red eyes were filled with worry and sorrow. Charlie was one of the first one to believe he was good. "Charlie, please!"
Charlie shook his head and when Manfred came out with his bags, Charlie piled them into Dr. Bloor's car and got inside himself, turning away from the crowd.
Olivia backed up and left, brokenhearted.