Vice Principal Bolton was the type of man who kept his word. He would never change his mind, nor would be persuaded to do so. His office was the kind place that CJ hated being sent. She peeked her head into the doorway. "Have a seat, Cicely." He said. She walked toward his desk and sat down cautiously. He always wore sunglasses. It was always hard to know if he was ever making eye contact. Some people said he was blind, and really aware of his surroundings. Others believed that he was just trying to look cool. CJ just thought that he had a glass eye, and was embarrassed by it.

"Do you know why you're here?" he asked

['Cause I'm a Radikal, and no one likes me.] Was what she thought.

But what she said was, "Because I refuse to conform to anything, and I'm hard to teach."

He sighed. "Unfortunately, you're right. It's a new year, and I an't believe you're still pulling stunts."

She was confused, and upset. "What? I only did one thing, what do you mean 'still?'"

"I'm referring to the previous' he glanced at her file and continued 'Botany-120, Biology-112, and Gymnastix-140, care to explain those?" he asked.

She rose from her chair. "Yes! You can't count Botany 'cause I'm allergic to flowers! If I went into Anaphylactic Shock, I'd blame this priso-- I mean,school. Second, I hate frogs, okay? But, even they don't deserve death! And C, can I help it if I can't do a cartwheel? And 4, I wanted to do something different, my new friend, Romy liked it."

He rose with her and replied.

"First, because you have a point about the allergy, I'll let Botany go." she sank in her chair and sulked, with that, he continued "Second, the frogs would've died the minute they entered the classroom, because of the harsh lighting. Third, not everyone can do a cartwheel, but that was no reason to hurt your fellow teamma--" she interjected

"She laughed at me! So, I kinda broke her leg. I did her a huge favor okay? Teenagers walk way too much, you know?" She wasn't very convincing, because he was still frowning.

He sighed. "Fourth, Radikality isn't taught here, Cicely. And finally, please make your choice in either Alphabetical, Chronological, or Numerical order. Your father is a Quondam after all, at least make it seem like your education is working."

He sat back down to write something in her file. She could see his handwriting upside down

"Detention!?" This would definitely make her late for work.

She was on her way out, then heard. "I'll be letting your parents know." he said.

   She went to her locker, to ring up EveryDyne Diner. She punched in the address, and heard a reply. "Welcome to EveryDyne, where your palette is our pleasure, Noelle speaking."

It was, the obligated scripted greeting, though no one liked it.

"Noelle, it's CJ."

"CJ! Where are you? You're cuttin' it real close." she said

She exhaled and smiled nervously. "Yeah, about that."

"Do I even want to know?" she asked

She chuckled nervously. "Probably not."