Chapter 3: Anger



The next day, Luke woke up in a good mood. Brad and his stupid friends had gotten what they deserved. So had the teachers who turned a deaf ear to the complaints of Brad and the

company’s victims.

The only bad thing was the innocent people who participated in the dance were bathed in shit. Nothing can be perfect, right? One bath and they’d be as good as new.

As he climbed down from his bed, he noticed Tom wasn’t there, ‘He must be having breakfast,’ Luke thought as he left the room and headed for the dining room.

Halfway there, he was intercepted by one of the older girls at the orphanage. Her name was Rachel, and she always had a very unfriendly look.

“Mrs. Miller is looking for you,” Rachel said without much explanation.

“Mm? Why?” asked Luke.

“I don’t know…but it sounds serious. What have you done this time?” asked Rachel with judging eyes.

“I haven’t done anything,” huffed Luke indignantly as he headed for Mrs. Miller’s office. When he reached the door, he entered without knocking. It was the twenty-first century, and he was thirteen years old. He should not have to comply with such formalities.

Mrs. Miller’s office was as shabby as all the rooms in the orphanage. In the center was an old wooden desk. In the chair facing the front was Mrs. Miller and, in the visitor’s, chairs were two people who did not look good to Luke.

They were Principal Winks and Vice Principal Isabella. It was not a good thing for these two people to be at the orphanage on a Sunday.

“You were looking for me?” asked Luke, acting normally.

“Yes. Sit down,” said Bethany.

“Why is the principal of the big Brighton High School here?” asked Luke in an exaggerated

tone.

“Don’t play dumb, Luke. We know you’re responsible,” said Isabella in a stern tone scowling at Luke.

“The responsible one for what?” asked Luke. His expression was one of bewilderment.

“For showering all the students and staff of the school with… excrement at the dance last night,” Isabella replied awkwardly. Luke thought it was funny that she used the word excrement instead of shit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about… I didn’t go to the dance, and from early on we all went to sleep at the orphanage,” Luke replied.

“Luke stops lying… We have proof. Tom already confessed and showed several proofs to the director that you were the mastermind,” said Bethany, sighing and showing him Tom’s cell phone.

Luke’s expression turned puzzled. As he looked at the cell phone in Mrs. Miller’s hand, he knew immediately that it belonged to Tom.

‘That backstabbing son of a bitch!’ thought Luke with a cold look that hid fury.

“Where’s Tom?” asked Luke, trying to contain his anger. If he saw him now Tom’s arm might twist in mysterious ways.

“Now is not the time to talk about that. Tom already confessed, and the evidence he showed us presents you as the mastermind,” said Principal Winks, speaking for the first time.

“That doesn’t take the blame away from him. Your friend was complicit and will get his punishment accordingly. However, your punishment is far more serious,” commented Isabella.

‘That fucking bitch putting all the blame on me. How did they catch him?’ Luke thought with a frown. The plan was perfect. Clearly, it was Tom’s fault. Someone must have seen him when The pulled the fire alarm or something.

To save his skin and minimize his punishment, he put all the blame on Luke. A real rat. ‘How useless… He can’t complete a simple task properly,’ Luke thought disdainfully. ‘What punishment are we talking about? Just expel me, and that’s it,” snorted Luke in an annoyed tone. He no longer cared about being expelled. With his powers, he could survive without any problems in the world.

“That was the decision at first… but with the parent board and Mrs. Miller we have come to an agreement,” said Winks. Luke looked at him and raised an eyebrow, waiting for his sentence.

“When you start ninth grade, you will be suspended for two weeks of school. Before that, during the vacations, you will do community service for a month. Cleaning up parks, helping at shelters, and that sort of thing. But first, you’ll have to clean up the mess you made. These days, you must clean up the ballroom, which is full of excrement,” Winks explained in a calm tone.

Luke couldn’t believe his ears, rather than this he would rather be expelled. However, it was not good to show anger. The best thing to do was to accept and sneak out of the orphanage.

“Fine. I’ll do it,” nodded Luke looking understanding.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Mr. Thompson also asked that you send a video offering your apology. All the parents agreed. You know how technology is, ask someone to record you and apologize sincerely,” added Winks.

Luke’s eyes widened in surprise and anger. It was obvious that this would be Brad’s stupid father. This time, he couldn’t contain his anger. As far as grades went, he was one of the best students in the school. If it wasn’t for Brad and his gang, he would have no problem at all and he could pass his school years peacefully.

But, always the teachers and other adults sided with Brad and his stupid family with money. “Fuck you, old man!” shouted Luke as he waved his hand, exposing his middle finger.

Two weeks of being suspended and missing classes, having to copy a lot of homework. A month cleaning parks and helping homeless people. Cleaning a classroom full of shit and then having to humiliate himself and send a video apology.

This old man was having too much imagination if he thought he would do all that. Maybe age was getting to him, and he was a little senile.

“Disrespectful!” exclaimed Isabella, getting up from her seat and looking at Luke unable to believe what he had done.

“You too, fuck you, you old bitch!” exclaimed Luke pointing his middle finger at Isabella.

“Luke!” exclaimed Mrs. Miller.

Luke said nothing to her. Despite everything, he felt a modicum of respect for Bethany and held her in a little higher esteem compared to other people. Just a little.

With nothing more to say, Luke quickly left the office, brutally closing the door. He hurried down one of the hallways of the orphanage, under a tile he pulled out several bills that he had “gotten” in a not-so-legal way.

It was time to leave the orphanage. He would not miss it, of that, he was sure. The only person he talked to had betrayed him, and Mrs. Miller hadn’t done much for him all these years

either.

He put the wad of bills in his old wallet and started walking towards the exit. He had no other belongings. He would only leave some old clothes behind. And his old cell phone he always

had with him.

The last thing he heard as he left was Mrs. Miller’s shout telling him to go back, but he didn’t look back. He ran to the old warehouse, grabbed his bike, and started pedaling without a fixed

destination.

After pedaling for thirty minutes, he stopped at a traffic light on one of the main streets near the school.

‘Where will I go?’ thought Luke with a mixture of emotions: anxiety, excitement, joy, anger. He had to get as far away from Boston as possible. He didn’t want the police to find him and send him back to the orphanage.

While Luke was thinking about these things, on the front street diagonally across the street from him was a huge black SUV. Each wheel was almost the size of Luke’s bike. Luke’s gaze shifted to the large, imposing pickup truck. His brow furrowed as he noticed the people in the van. An inner rage grew like an uncontrolled fire inside Luke.

It was the Thompson family. The man driving was Brad’s father. A gray-haired man with green eyes and a look of confidence. Next to him was Brad’s older brother, who looked like a carbon copy of his father, but younger.

In the back of the van was Brad with one of his friends who was always bothering Luke. The traffic light changed to green, and the van moved forward. Luke followed it with his eyes, and suddenly an invisible force hit the van violently causing it to rise several meters and make

a surreal turn in the air.

Within seconds the van landed abruptly on the pavement. Its wheels face the sky. The car

behind the van came to a quick stop, and the driver’s eyes were wide open, not understanding

what had happened.

Luke’s anger gradually dissipated, again he unleashed chaos, this time on the street. More

and more people were arriving and making their way to the van, trying to see if the people

inside were okay.

‘Shit,’ thought Luke as he quickly pedaled away from the scene on his bike.

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