Felix Roberts wasn't just any ordinary boy. He was more than your average trouble maker. In fact, Felix Roberts was a sadistic fool without a conscience. But nobody ever called Felix by his real name because everybody liked his nickname " Wiggles". Wiggles sat on a trash can in the alley with his three friends Tony, Jamaal, and Tyrone. All four of them had something in common. They all had Vincent Young for a math teacher. Unfortunately they all seemed to hate him. Especially Wiggles.
These boys were only 12 or 13 years old and already smoking marijuana. They did this every Saturday afternoon in the back alley behind Remo's Pizza shop. Wiggles jumped up from the trash can and ripped off his shirt. He was covered with bruises all over his chest.
"Do you see this homies? I didn't get this from playing ball."
The other three gaped with astonished looks on their faces. Tony walked over to take a closer look.
"Yowsie! Did your old man do that?" Asked Tony.
The knife handle sticking out of Wiggles right pocket glistened in the sun.
"As a matter of fact he did. And we have our math teacher to thank."
This time Jamaal jumped into the conversation. " What exactly did Mr.Young do?" He asked
"That cracker ratted me out!" Declared Wiggles
"Why? Because you always skip class?"
"Yeah can you believe that? Mr.Jacobs never cared who showed up to class. Why did Mr.Jacobs quit?"
The other three boys just shrugged their shoulders. Tyrone took one more hit from the joint and then passed it to Tony.
"I think we're all getting fed up with this teacher that thinks he can keep confiscating our toys." Said Tyrone before exhaling, " How exactly should we deal with this? I've already lost two personal CD players and Tony has yet to get his game boy back."
Wiggles pulled the hunting knife out of his pocket and proudly brandished it for them all to see.
"I say I cut the cracker to pieces."
All four of them laughed an evil laugh and high fived each other. The marijuana joint was all smoked up. Tyrone pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. He then put his hand on Wiggles' shoulder.
"Look man, you can't kill the teacher or you'll go to jail so you'll have to think of something else."
Something else, something else...... Suddenly Wiggle's face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"I've got it! I think I have a plan!"
Everyone listened intently to hear what he had to say.
"Do you guys remember that cartoon South Park?" They all nodded their heads.
"Remember the episode where the kids get fed up with their parents and find a way to get rid of them by claiming they've been molested?"
"Yeah, that was a funny episode." Piped up Jamaal, " Soon all of their parents were in jail."
"Do you think that would work in real life?" asked Tyrone.
"Why wouldn't it work? I say we try it on Mr.Young." Laughed Wiggles
They all high fived each other and Wiggles put his shirt back on.
"You can't be serious." Said Tyrone, " You really gonna set that dude up?"
Wiggles waived the knife around one more time.
"I am serious and I keep it gangsta. Terrance Middle School belongs to us and we can't let that cracker interfere with how we do things. If any of you want out of this just walk away now."
The four of them remained huddled together and there was a moment of silence.
"Ah-ight then, let's go get some slushies, it's hot out here."
The four of them left the alley and went their separate ways. It was obvious that Wiggles had it in for Mr.Young. But he hadn't told his friends about everything. His own father really did molest him.