Big Bill was the baddest boy on the block. As the star quarterback of regionals, he benched nerds for breakfast. Strolling confidently around the school during lunch, he was looking for prey. His favorite target was that geek Lenny. That kid was so obsessed with his technology, but he couldn't even invent something to fix his ugly face! Bill found him standing in the middle of the hallway, hands on hips, waiting for Bill.
"LENNY! My boy! How are you? Listen, I'm going to need some help from you with my homework for math. You understand what I'm asking for here, right? Pals do things for each other, right? And we are pals, right?"
Something was wrong. Lenny wasn't terrified. Normally whenever Bill so much as spoke to him, Lenny nearly wet himself. This was strange... Lenny spoke.
"I'm not working for you any more, Bill! I've got something so good, that you won't be a problem for me, until I've matured and can beat the snot out of YOU! I'll hang YOU from a tree by your underwear!" Bill was flabbergasted.
"Lenny... You think working for me is optional? Where's this tough guy act coming from? That's it friend, you are getting it!" Bill cracked his knuckles, and rolled up his sleeves, preparing to show Lenny his place. Suddenly, a blindingly bright blue light shone in Bill's face.
"AHHHHHHH! LENNY! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Bill covered his eyes, but he couldn't see a thing. In fact, he felt like he was moving. Not walking, but more like riding in the sweet car he "borrowed" from his uncle from time to time. He opened his eyes, and looked around. Everything was black...but not for long.
Almost instantly after having opened his eyes and adapting to the darkness, the lights flicked back on. Bill screamed again.
After calming down, Bill looked around. He knew for a fact that he was still in Washington High School, but everything looked somehow...off. For starters, the lockers that Lenny was standing proudly next to weren't there. Instead, some weird window was... but upon closer inspection, Bill was amazed. At first, Bill had thought that outside the window was a whale! He thought he was in the ocean! But after stepping closer to the window, with a mixture of awe and fear, he realized it wasn't a window, it was an advanced TELEVISION!
"WOW! COLOR? HOW DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN?"
Bill noticed a scrawny kid walking by wearing some weird clothing. He grabbed him by his shirt collar and thrust him up against the wall under the TV.
"Hey punk! Where am I? What year is it?" Big Bill wasn't stupid. Sure, he wasn't the brightest jock on the block, but he was by no means lacking in street smarts.
"Hop off, faggot. I'll have my dad sue you!" The kid smirked. He SMIRKED at Bill. This was resistance Bill had never expected.
"What?" Bill was dumbfounded.
"What do you mean 'What', jerk. What kind of clothing is that anyway. You trying to get into Harvard, and take bubble-baths with the rest of them? Now, you can either hop off me, or we can have a problem. I'm not somebody you want to mess with...not like how I mess with your mom anyway." This kid, this PUNK, dared to insult Bill's MOTHER?
"That's it, guy. Listen, I don't know who you are, but mommy obviously didn't teach you any manners. Alright, put them up! We have a problem!"
Upon Bill speaking these words, the kid's face actually twisted into fear.
"Oh you just a big talker? Expected me to be afraid of ya, huh? Well, you might not do the foxtrot like Jimmy D from back home, but you are just CRUISING for a bruising! You went after my mommy, and that's not something NOBODY DOES!"
The terrified little punk started reaching in his bag, and from down the hall Bill could hear what was obviously a black boy scream:
"EVERYBODY RUN! PAUL'S GONNA SHOOT UP THE SCHOOL! HE GOT ROASTED!"
Not only was Bill confused about what a ****** was doing in the school, but the terminology absolutely stupefied him. As he was about to launch himself at the so-named Paul, alarms went off, and Bill put down his fists in anger.
"Listen, you little ankle-biting bundie, after we file out of the school in an orderly fashion, without pushing or shoving each other, so as to minimize casualties, I'm going to go ape on ya, and show you how to dance JUST like Jimmy D. Oh, and I'm sure you'll learn fast. Hehehe." The hand came out of the backpack, and the kid just looked at Bill.
"Huh?"