Post by Avery Lane on Mar 26, 2014 17:41:51 GMT -5
Now, wasn’t this just cute? For once in his life, Avery was actually innocent, not like anyone would believe him. He angrily paced back and forth outside of the principal’s office, shaking his head. Other kids walked past to point, laugh and whisper at him. Every time he caught someone’s eye he shot them back a look of death, causing them to turn around and quickly walk away.
Currently, he had a wild look in his eyes and his hair stood almost on end from tugging at it so much. If he were in trouble for something he actually did, he wouldn’t care, and this would be a piece of cake. But how could he defend himself against something he didn’t do? Earlier that day, Jacob Herbetson (Ugh his name was so stupid), claimed he saw Avery with a can of spray paint near the lockers. Teachers from all over the school soon gathered in the halls to find the words ‘Everyone at this school is a bunch of assholes- Love, M.A.L.’ written in black spray paint all over the lockers, over and over again in different fonts and sizes. On top of that, when asked to open his locker, Avery was in shock when they found within his messy locker lay four empty bottles of black spray paint, lying right on top.
First of all, would he be stupid enough to sign his initials? No. Secondly, why would he keep them? On top of that, he never used his first name even when he did sign his name. Whoever framed him was good, and was going to pay. How did they even get into his locker, and why? That place was like a dumpster behind a restaurant that had been ignored for weeks-disgusting. If Avery wasn’t in huge trouble right now he might even admire this kid’s handiwork.
His parents had been behind these doors for over an hour. Avery could feel holes wearing through his shoes from all his pacing, yet he felt helpless to do anything else. Usually when Avery got into trouble he figured out a way to make it sound like an accident, or simply explain it wasn’t him. Since it always was him, he’d hide all evidence so they could never prove him otherwise. His dopey parents would apologize and buy him ice cream, and the teachers would kiss up to his parents, groveling about how they made a mistake.
Audibly sighing, Avery finally sat down on one of the most uncomfortable chairs in the world. He was used to these chairs, though he assumed they were meant as more punishment for naughty children’s behinds while they waited for the verdict. As soon as his cheeks hit the chair, the door to the office opened and he was greeted by the somber looks of his mother and father.
"Michael Avery Lane the 3rd, you better have a good explanation for all of this.” His mother took hold of his arm, forcing him to stand up. Normally, when his parents left the office they were laughing and chatting with the Principal… Not this time. His father’s silence was even worse than his mother’s scolding.
“Come on ma, you think I’d be stupid enough to do this?” Avery whined, almost begging his mother to believe him. From the look in her eyes she was not convinced. He tried his hardest to give her the biggest puppy dog-eyed look of his life, with no luck. Unfortunately for Avery, he didn’t have an alibi, even with his best friend Henry. During the time of the “incident, Henry was nowhere to be seen. Come to think of it, Avery found this to be a little strange since they met each other after 2nd period every day to play a quick game of hacky sack in the hall. Since all of this happened, he hadn’t seen Henry either….
“Listen mom, Henry can vouch for me, let me go find him.” Avery pleaded, putting one arm around his mother’s back. She pushed his arm away and pointed to the door. “If you aren’t back in five minutes, I’ll hunt you down myself.” With a small push, Avery exited the Principals office, reaching in his pocket to grab his cell phone.
’Aw man, if I don’t get out of this, I’ll never see this phone again…’ He thought as he quickly typed out a text. School was just getting out so he knew he’d be able to catch Henry.
* where r u? My ass is grass, come meet me @ my locker ASAP!!!* For emphasis Avery added a few angry looking emoticons. He jogged to his locker and leaned on it, slumping his head forward and sighing.
Henry Mills Avery Lane Piper Tailor Emma Swan
Currently, he had a wild look in his eyes and his hair stood almost on end from tugging at it so much. If he were in trouble for something he actually did, he wouldn’t care, and this would be a piece of cake. But how could he defend himself against something he didn’t do? Earlier that day, Jacob Herbetson (Ugh his name was so stupid), claimed he saw Avery with a can of spray paint near the lockers. Teachers from all over the school soon gathered in the halls to find the words ‘Everyone at this school is a bunch of assholes- Love, M.A.L.’ written in black spray paint all over the lockers, over and over again in different fonts and sizes. On top of that, when asked to open his locker, Avery was in shock when they found within his messy locker lay four empty bottles of black spray paint, lying right on top.
First of all, would he be stupid enough to sign his initials? No. Secondly, why would he keep them? On top of that, he never used his first name even when he did sign his name. Whoever framed him was good, and was going to pay. How did they even get into his locker, and why? That place was like a dumpster behind a restaurant that had been ignored for weeks-disgusting. If Avery wasn’t in huge trouble right now he might even admire this kid’s handiwork.
His parents had been behind these doors for over an hour. Avery could feel holes wearing through his shoes from all his pacing, yet he felt helpless to do anything else. Usually when Avery got into trouble he figured out a way to make it sound like an accident, or simply explain it wasn’t him. Since it always was him, he’d hide all evidence so they could never prove him otherwise. His dopey parents would apologize and buy him ice cream, and the teachers would kiss up to his parents, groveling about how they made a mistake.
Audibly sighing, Avery finally sat down on one of the most uncomfortable chairs in the world. He was used to these chairs, though he assumed they were meant as more punishment for naughty children’s behinds while they waited for the verdict. As soon as his cheeks hit the chair, the door to the office opened and he was greeted by the somber looks of his mother and father.
"Michael Avery Lane the 3rd, you better have a good explanation for all of this.” His mother took hold of his arm, forcing him to stand up. Normally, when his parents left the office they were laughing and chatting with the Principal… Not this time. His father’s silence was even worse than his mother’s scolding.
“Come on ma, you think I’d be stupid enough to do this?” Avery whined, almost begging his mother to believe him. From the look in her eyes she was not convinced. He tried his hardest to give her the biggest puppy dog-eyed look of his life, with no luck. Unfortunately for Avery, he didn’t have an alibi, even with his best friend Henry. During the time of the “incident, Henry was nowhere to be seen. Come to think of it, Avery found this to be a little strange since they met each other after 2nd period every day to play a quick game of hacky sack in the hall. Since all of this happened, he hadn’t seen Henry either….
“Listen mom, Henry can vouch for me, let me go find him.” Avery pleaded, putting one arm around his mother’s back. She pushed his arm away and pointed to the door. “If you aren’t back in five minutes, I’ll hunt you down myself.” With a small push, Avery exited the Principals office, reaching in his pocket to grab his cell phone.
’Aw man, if I don’t get out of this, I’ll never see this phone again…’ He thought as he quickly typed out a text. School was just getting out so he knew he’d be able to catch Henry.
* where r u? My ass is grass, come meet me @ my locker ASAP!!!* For emphasis Avery added a few angry looking emoticons. He jogged to his locker and leaned on it, slumping his head forward and sighing.
Henry Mills Avery Lane Piper Tailor Emma Swan