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"Extreme consequences will be sarted out for Mr. Granger on further natice."
<br />The waice of i�e man sounded worse and worse e�ery time I heard it.
<br />"Maybe, we co�ald just take away is baggy pants, and the "dew rag." A�other
<br />vaice adcfed. Every�ne in the room chuckled ai that. 1 remair�ed silent with my
<br />head facing down to the grou�d. What have I done? ! though# to myself. What
<br />was going to happen �o Marcus?
<br />I pressed harder against the door, listening in. All tha# I could hear was two feei,
<br />stomping, closer and cfoser. T#�� doar creaked, and I went flying forward, as the
<br />door ope�ed. Standing rig�t above me was Mr. Patford, the assistant principal.
<br />"Aha, hello Mr. Ragner, frying to ge# a head start on the ease? Eh? Keep it up,
<br />we're in search of i�tase "thugs"... err, the t�ief, you know what I mean." Alf he
<br />could do was smile his "friendly" smile, his dimples sq�eezed i� an each side of
<br />his face. I couldrt't hefp but think ta my seff t�at I knew what he meant, he meant
<br />"w�'re searching for the "ghetto gang„ who siole it.
<br />"Well, good luck nn #hat, we can use a!! the help we need." Mr. Patfard �atted
<br />me on the bac�C. Meanwhile, Marcus was drifting past the affice.
<br />"Mr. Granger►n Mr. PatFord cafled rJown the halL Marcus #urned araund, with
<br />canfusion. "Get dawn!" Siowly, Marcus mel#ed to #he floar.
<br />"What's goir�g on?" Marcus questic�ned. f cauld see the fear i� �is eyes.
<br />Mr. PafiForc! was mumbfing to himsel�. "Oh, you "Nigger's", walkin' �round,
<br />thinking yau can steal whate�er yo� fieel like, not #oday, Mr. Grar�ger, Not today."
<br />Slawly, tears bEgan to bui[d up in Mareus's �yes. I cou�dn't befieve what was
<br />happening rigF�i before my eyes. Yet, ! j�ast staod there, as if I were a bump nn a
<br />log. There was no way, I was going to stick �raund and watch Mr_ Patford
<br />humitiate my best #ri�nd any longer, though, there was �othing I could do about
<br />it, so I headed towards the back daor. As I toofc my first step outside, 1 took ane
<br />last faok back, Marcus, was lying on t�e ground, in #ears. The poGce cars were
<br />pu�led up afong side t�e curb.
<br />I had #o get out as soon as l could, right as I was about ta step up onto the
<br />bus, it hit me. My bag a�d boaks wers lying in my 7kh ho�r classroom stilf. f
<br />turned arc�und, and darted ba�k inta the school and clawn the steps, as I
<br />approached �he doarway of Ms. Leins classroom, there she was waiting for me,
<br />with my bag in her hands.
<br />"You left t}�is behind." She told me calmiy.
<br />"Thanks." I muttered, and grabbed it from her hands. The Bag seemed lighter
<br />ihan before, somet�ing was missir�g. The fab-tap had been taken out. My hear�
<br />stopped, [ tur�eci my hsad up, and Ms. Leins siovd t�ere, wiih the computer set
<br />in her hands_
<br />"Yau've got a lot t�f explainirtg to do." She said, sternly. Before I could say a
<br />word, she grabbed my arm, and dragged rne back up to the a�ce. By the time
<br />we goi there, Marc�s, was aiready up agair�st orte of th� poliee cars, w[t� his
<br />hands (ocked behind �is back.
<br />"Yau ha�e it all wrong� Let th� poor boy ga�" Ms. Lei�s exclaimed. She dashed
<br />over to where Marc�as lay in pain agai�st the hood of �he car.
<br />I lookec! away.
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