User blog:SirLinkalot96/The Greg Ryder Saga: Part 5: Chapter 10: The Rat: Part 2

'''NOVEMBER 1st, 2009, BULLWORTH ACADEMY, THE BOYS' DORM, 12:00 PM. . .'''

I was sitting on the couch in the common room when I heard the door slam open and hit the wall. I turned around to see Michael walking toward me with his fists clenched. I stood up and said, "Michael?" right before I was violently shoved toward the wall. Before I could defend myself, I was picked up and slammed so hard against the wall, that the pictures hanging up fell to the floor. My lower back hurts right now because I was slammed into a picture frame.

"What did I tell you?" Michael calmly asked, but he said in in an intimidating manner. He was keeping a tight grip on me and I could feel the color drain from my face. "I gave you one simple warning and you fucked it up." Michael said. I was really confused. What the is he talking about?!

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" I asked quizzically. Seriously, I have no idea what's going on.

"Nicole came over last night and you took pictures of us doing some. . . Things." Michael informed, "Stop lying. Liars don't get anything for Christmas." Michael cracked a small joke, but he had a dead serious look on his face.

"Michael, I swear to God, I had nothing to do with it!" I pleaded truthfully. Michael looked me directly in the eyes for a few seconds, and then he loosened his grip, allowing me to fall to the floor.

"I gotta find out who did this." Michael stated as he turned around to leave. I yelled after him, "Michael, wait! Let me help out!" But before he heard me, he was already out the door.

That's it! I'm cutting off my ties with Johnson! I don't care if I have to spend the rest of my time on the run, I swear to God, I'll never snitch anyone out again.

I stormed to Vice Principal Johnson's office, and I barged right in without knocking or talking to Miss Danvers. I angrily screamed, "I QUIT, JOHNSON! FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO DO YOUR DIRTY WORK!"

Johnson chuckled, "Is this some kind of joke? You'll go to jail, Ryder! And you know what? I'm going to have the police arrest you before the end of this week, that way you won't know when they're coming!" I angrily walked out, slamming the door behind me so hard, that all the paintings fell to the floor, cracking all the frames.

Nice plan, Johnson. I'll be long gone before they barge down my door. I've made up my mind: I'm leaving tonight.

'''LATER THAT NIGHT, 1:43 AM, THE BOYS' DORM. . .'''

UNFINISHED.