Saint Joseph School

Frank looked up at the ceiling of his shared room. He sighed, he was bored. His synthetic hand picked up the small alarm clock next to his bed. The bright red numbers read "5:30".

Finally, he could leave. He had laid in that bead for four and a half hours and he was sick of it. The biggest draw ...

"Oh. It was. It was. But, lucky you, I got a opening in my schedule."

Frank saw that Bobby was engrossed in his little gadget. A grin crept across his synthetic skin.

"Hey Bobby," Frank said, getting the boy's attention, "I think we've got an appointment." To accent the message, the bully tapped his knuckles against the cool metal of the locker door.

Frank ducked out of his third period math class early, the sister teaching the class pretended not to notice though secretly she was happy for the respite.

He walked down the hall to the east wing and waited by a certain locker.

Bobby's locker.

Frank stood in the morning hallway with a black magic marker. With a quick motion, the pale synthetic skinned bully crudely drew an enormous middle finger on a locker door. With a laugh he headed off to the boy's bathrooms.

Oh. Hey, no problem. Have fun learnin'!

Frank stepped back in front of Bryan.

Say! Let me help you with your books.

Frank reared his arms back and shoved the stack of books from the kid's arms onto the floor. He roared with laughter as he walked away.

Hahaha. See ya round! Say hi to your ...

Frank walked out of the men's room and spotted the smaller boy with an arm load of books.

Hey Wrongway! Gotta lead a nerd meeting today?

Frank laughed at his own joke.

"SUSPENDED!" Frank shouted, his silent lips not moving as his voice boomed.

"Frank, if you do not control your temper then the school is going to have to turn you back over to the authorities," Doctor Conrads' voice stayed even and calm as he spoke, "The simple fact is that you were involved in a ...

"Look at this crap!" Frank held up his right hand. "Those bastards have metal bottomed cleats."

The synthetic flesh of Frank's hand had a half a dozen dime sized puncture wounds in the malleable rubber.

"Someone's paying for this!" he screamed in anger.

"Hey Richie!" Frank shouted to the fullback as he walked over to him.

"CUP CHECK!" he shouted as he smacked his friend in the groin.

Frank and Biff laughed as Richie groaned. Richie slugged Frank in the back as payback.