"Coming mom!" Ron yelled. He squished his fat textbooks into his bag, threw it over his shoulder, ran downstairs, grabbed the toast his mother had left on the table for him to eat and threw the door open. Before his mom could come and try to kiss him goodbye, he was already out the door. He ran to the bus stop just before the bus decided to take off. 

"Hey!" he yelled to the driver before it left. The driver's name was Bill, and he knew Ron quite well. 

"Late as usual," Bill said as Ron entered the bus and handed him a toonie. "Could'a left you but I'm polite," he said. 

Ron walked to the back of the bus and sat down. He tossed the heavy bag into the seat beside him. The bus started to move which made the windows shake horribly. Ron always hated the sound of the window because it frightened him that it would shatter all over the place.

After what seemed like 2 hours, he was finally at school. 

Now dear readers, I must tell you, Ron hated school. He thought it was the worst nightmare ever that he had to go through of his life, or I should be more specific. HIGH SCHOOL. This reason is that people are not the friendliest to Ron, and he has very few friends.

As Ron entered the doors of this High School, he was introduced by the sound of people, closing lockers, shouting, talking, laughing or others just trying to get through the day.

He walked up to his locker and opened it. He tossed his bag in and grabbed his math textbook, notebook and pencil. 

He slammed the locker door close and walked up the steps. he entered class 102, which was the math room. 

His math teacher, Mr. Strall was probably the meanest and strictest teacher ever. He expected every student to be a straight A's student in his class, which Ron could not meet. His average mark in math was a B- or C+. He did not like math. Therefore, he rarely paid attention and only did when the lesson was something he knew in 7th grade. 

Today, Mr. Strall was in a bad mood. You could tell if he was in a bad mood because his hair would be messy. Ron knew he would have to get on his good side today if he wanted to make it out alive. 

"SIT DOWN." Mr. Strall boomed. His voice was like a giant. "You have a quiz," he said and handed out the sheets of paper. 

"But sir," said Micheal Collen. "You didn't tell us about our quiz."

"DOES IT MATTER MR. COLLEN? DOES IT MATTER WHAT I TELL YOU?" Mr. Strall boomed.

"No sir."

"That's what I thought." Mr. Strall said. "You have detention at the end of class for speaking out loud with no permission."

"Yes sir," Micheal muttered. 

The quiz seemed to be something about probability. Ron looked at the first question.

Ron was very confused. He hated that they would word the test like this, just to make the question look complicated. But he didn't ask Mr. Strall for help because he knew, Mr. Strall would just say "Are you stupid?" and not answer his question at all.

At the end of the test, he had only answered 3 out of the 20 questions. Mr. Strall collected the tests and when he reached Ron's desk, he gave him a dirty look.

"Tut, tut, tut," said Mr. Strall when he flipped through the papers once he collected them. "Hardly any of you know the probability. Then he did something unexpected. He tossed all of the papers into the garbage! Ron was shocked. "THIS IS GRADE 5 MATH.," said Mr. Strall. "HOW ARE YOU ALL SO STUPID?"

Mr. Strall was getting red. This meant he was very angry. 

"AS A DETENTION, AFTER SCHOOL, YOU WILL ALL COME HERE AND TAKE THE TEST AGAIN. I WANT ALL OF THE QUESTIONS ANSWERED AND IF NOT, I WILL KEEP DOING THIS UNTIL IT'S DONE." He yelled. "CLASS DISMISSED. GO TO ENGLISH." 

Everyone quickly scattered out of class. Ron could hear people talking as they left. 

"After school? That's not fair to the people who did it," said Sara.

"So of the questions were not grade 5 math!" said Conner.

"I hate math," said Micheal.

For Ron, keeping him after school was a problem, because he had hockey practise after. Ron loved hockey. And he was really good. He loved it so much. He loved it more than his favourite video game which he played a lot. None of his hockey friends went to his school, so he was lonely at school. But at hockey, he was the team captain. He was very close to the referee. The only problem was that one of the players moved, so they needed another player on the team.

He walked to his locker thinking of what to tell his coach when he didn't show up. Just then, he bumped into someone as papers scattered everywhere.

"Oh! Sorry!" he heard someone say. He looked and there was a girl, collecting the papers that scattered everywhere. 

"Oh hi," he said. "Here let me help you." he picked up all the papers.

The girl handed him a paper after they finished. "So, are you voting for school president? Well, you should vote for me. There are reasons at the bottom." 

He just stared. 

"Uh, hello?" the girl said waving her hand in front of him. 

Ron shook his head. "Sorry," he said. He had never seen this girl. "Are you new?"

"Uh...ya. Why?" she asked.

"I haven't seen you before."

"I'm pretty sure you haven't noticed most new people before," she said. "Ok, well I guess I'll see you around," she said and walked away.