School is back in session. The SMBX community began its Fall courses after a long break from their high school days. It was the first day of school. Students were finding their dorms, professors were finishing lesson plans, and there was electricity in the Autumn air. Every group could be found in the University’s courtyard. You had your jocks, nerds, marioheads, fakers, the clowns, the geeks, the mafia, and otakus. They were all there. One would look on in disgust typically, but not them. They knew what they were; the salt of the earth: the SMBX community. Everyone was older, wiser, and grew out of their drama. Childish things must be left at the door because in a University it’s facts only.
The semester started off without a hitch. Everything seemed to be going right. Full attendance, books and supplies were all prepared; it was the perfect start. Unfortunately, the SMBX community cannot have nice things. It was suddenly discovered there was Mario graffiti in the school’s sports stadium, and Mr. Daniel’s office was looted. Mr. Daniel was a fair dean to all and did nothing to deserve this. A random act of senseless tomfoolery was not going to be tolerated. He flipped a switch bringing the school’s intercom system to life. Mr. Daniel turned on his microphone and screeched then proceeded to call the usual suspects into his office.
Egg, Ragont, Ace, and Chillius all found themselves at Mr. Daniel’s office door after being summoned. Mr. Daniel called the crew in, and told them to take a seat.
“You know what happened, you know why you’re here, and you know that I know one of you did it.” Mr. Daniel said sharply to the gang.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about sir.” Egg replied.
The rest remain silent and exchanged worried glances. It was the first day of school and they were just as ready to start the semester off right just like anyone else would.
“Enough with the bullshit. I have each of you on recordings conspiring to steal from me and deface my school’s stadium. I’ll have the expulsion referals on my desk of each one of you that doesn’t start talking.” Mr. Daniel asserted.
It was like a game of chess. How much did the hooligans know? How much did Mr. Daniel know? Was Mr. Daniel bluffing? Ragont and Ace remained silent while Chillius denied any wrong doing. There was further silence as Mr. Daniel looked coldly upon the group.
“We can go through the whole rigamaroo or you can all just confess.” Mr. Daniel said, breaking the silence.
Egg looked at the other three and then back at Mr. Daniel. He wasn’t going to let his friends take the fall for him.
“I think you’re right.” Egg began.
“It was me. These guys had nothing to do with it. I don’t know what recordings you’re talking about, but they’re not on any of them. I acted alone.” Egg admitted.
“The three of you can leave. Egg, you’ve got detention and I will be there personally to see you go through with it.” Mr. Daniel commanded.
Ragont, Ace, and Chillius all went back to class and Egg followed once Mr. Daniel further reprimanded him. The perfect first day has now turned into a controversy.
Aero wrote:
Egg, Ragont, Ace, and Chillius all found themselves at Mr. Daniel’s office door after being summoned. Mr. Daniel called the crew in, and told them to take a seat.
Aero wrote:
Egg, Ragont, Ace, and Chillius all found themselves at Mr. Daniel’s office door after being summoned. Mr. Daniel called the crew in, and told them to take a seat.
oh great now i have a detention
actually i think he was writing about one of the older smbx members, magibowser, who goes by egg nowadays.
It was bright an early Saturday morning. SMBX University had its first detention session. All the trouble makers were parked outside prompt for the occasion. Joey waited outside with his dad in his truck, Ryaa arrived with his mom and little sister, Panda came with her father, and Mechdragon was dropped off and quickly left behind by his parents. Egg walked up to the school alone. The bell chimed, alerting everyone outside that it was time to enter the school.
The group entered the school and made their way to the library where their detention was to be held. Each of them took their seats at the worn-out tables in the center of the room. Mechdragon took his seat in Egg’s usual spot and Egg shooed him away and took it back. Egg took a chair and put his feet up on it acting like he owned the place. Just as they all settled in, Mr. Daniel entered the library with his boots making a small squeak and was dressed in a Barry Manilow suit.
“Well…well. Here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time…” Mr. Daniel began.
“It is now 7:06am. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you’re here. To ponder the error of your ways…” He said disrespectfully.
Egg spit into the air and caught the spit in his mouth again. Panda looked on in disgust.
“…and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats.” Mr.Daniel continued, pointing at Egg.
“…and you will not sleep.” Mr. Daniel said, pulling the chair from under Egg’s feet.
“Alright people, we’re gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay – of no less than a thousand words – describing to me who you think you are.” Mr. Daniel ordered.
“Is this a test?” mocked Egg.
Mr. Daniel passed out paper and pencils and ignored Egg.
“And when I say essay I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Egg?”
“Crystal.” Egg said looking up.
“Good. Maybe you’ll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you’ll even decide whether you care to return.” Mr. Daniel said as he left the group alone, and went to his office.
The group sat in silence. Ryaa and Panda began writing their essays, Mechdragon put his head down, and Egg started heckling Joey. Joey and Egg began to bicker and their fight got physical. Joey was the football team’s star quarterback, and Egg was toughened up from a harsh home life. The duo looked each other in the eyes face-to-face ready to escalate the situation further.
“I’m not going to fight you.” Egg said.
“Why’s that? Joey replied.
“’cause I’d kill you.” Egg answered, taking a knife out threateningly and lodging it in a desk.
Mechdragon took the knife out of the desk and put his head back down without either of them noticing. They were talking tough and things were getting out of hand.
“I’d back off. This is going to be two hits: me hitting you, and you hitting the floor.” Joey said coldly.
Egg gave a sly smirk and slapped Joey. Upon contact, Joey twisted Egg’s arm and brought him to the ground getting on top of him. Joey got up and Egg brushed it off. They both went back to their chairs and stared forward for what seemed like hours. Overhead, the clock ticked by seemingly slower with each passing second; each tick a jab at everyone’s patience. Everyone had their share of ill feelings for everyone else, and being confined in a library detention seemed a cruel act of punishment given their differences.
Each student knew what they were going through. All of them are very well of their situations, and Mr. Daniel instigated with his essay assignment followed by his dismissing lecture earlier in the morning. Mr. Daniel did not care. This was just disciplined, a punishment, for his black sheep and there was no mistaking it. Each of them knew this. As time continued to march on, the group reflected on this. They were not going to kid themselves with Mr. Daniel’s prompt.
Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. It seemed like Ryaa was the only one still writing after Panda had given up long ago. Roughly half way through the detention Egg brought out some pot. He lit up as if nothing happened as the others stared, eyes widening. Egg exhaled a puff and looked back at the rest with a goofy look.
“There’s no smoking.” Ryaa spoke up.
“Yeah?” Egg said.
Egg continued, ignoring Ryaa. Joey looked at Egg and then back to his desk and back again.
“Better have enough to share with the class.” Joey said.
“You couldn’t handle a baby aspirin.” Egg shot back.
“You sure?” Egg responded back.
Egg handed Joey a joint to give it a shot. Joey sparked it up, and as he did the rest of the detention crew were getting in on it. Not long after, they found themselves sitting in a circle having a chat; even Mechdragon was opening up. The subject of their parents came up when their conversation hit a turning point.
“How do you get along with your parents, Joey?” Mechdragon asked.
“What do you want me to say? Sometimes I don’t get along with them? Joey said.
“Just wondering.” Mechdragon muttered.
“Nah, answer the dork’s question.” Egg said.
“He’s got a name.” Joey grumbled.
“Answer the question.” Egg repeated.
“Yeah, I have some problems with the old man! What about you now? Go on!” Joey yelled.
“My old man? Yeah we have our problems. For Christmas, I got a pack of cigarettes.” Egg began.
Egg approached Joey and laid out his arm. Egg pulled up his flannel sleeve revealing a large bruised mark.
“And this… this is what you get for spilling paint in the garage. That’s my family.” Egg said.
The rest backed off with the clock still ticking away overhead. The group was starting to relate, and think over things. Egg walked off and took out the library’s stereo to get away for just a little while to think. He put on “Don’t you forget about me” by Simple Minds.
“Hey that’s a pretty good song.” Panda said, perking up at the sound of the ‘80s classic.
“Hey, that’s pretty good.” The others said, nodding to the song.
“I guess we were wrong about you, Egg.” Joey said.
Time started to fly. The group went through a very nifty montage, and soon enough they realized they would make perfect friends. Ryaa remained to be the only one writing the essay. He disregarded Mr. Daniel’s one-thousand-word count and wrote this:
“Dear Mr. Daniel, we accept the fact the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the SMBX Club.”
