I've been out of practice with my writing skills lately. And I am bored. So I think I will write a small fanfic. If you have the time read it, if not well Thanks for taking a peak anyways since you are reading this (hopefully). This is the first chapter. More will come after.

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ZPG fanfic by T3dd13
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Period 1: The beginning
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I stretch out my arms and yawn as I look out the classroom window. It’s a beautiful day, great for running around playing soccer, tag and tossing the basketball around. The sun shines bright, the fluffy white clouds, the sapphire blue sky and here I am stuck inside this old classroom at Z Private School. I would’ve left if Z Private School was not huge. The school ground covers over 10 acre of land and it is ALL gated to prevent the students from sneaking out. Maybe it is not all gated, I thought. Maybe there is a weak point somewhere I can use to sneak out. Scanning the little hope outside the window while daydreaming of what I could be doing as opposed to listening to the teacher I noticed a shadowy figure in the playground. Hunch over, the person dragged his feet as he stagger-walked. Nearby a dog was barking at the person. The barking drew the attention of the school’s groundskeeper, Billy I think that is his name and approached the stranger. Groundskeeper Billy walked up the stranger, when he was a few meters from him; he stopped and immediately started to back up. He started talking into this intercom based on his gestures, he should be yelling.

*Whack*

I jumped in my seat. A meter stick has struck my desk missing my arm by mere centimeter. Tracing up the meter stick led to the hand of Mr Warner the Math teacher.

“Pay attention or I will give you detention for so long you will not see the light of day for a week” Mr. Warner says. He is obviously implying the dungeon. The strictest method of discipline here is to lock you into a small room in the basement of the school after class and let you out in the morning for class. It became so aptly named the dungeon by the students.
“But sir,” I began my protest, “there was a drunk wandering our school grounds.”

“Preposterous”, Mr Warner sneered, his disgusting yellow teeth showed from the amount of cigarettes he smoked daily, “they wouldn’t be able to get in and even if they could, not that I’m saying they can. It would be left to the adults in charge to deal with the manner. So where is this drunkard you are seeing?”

I turned to the window and pointed out to the playground, but there was no one there.

“Well, obviously Teddy you have been daydreaming these events. For not paying attention in my class you will be sent to the Basement Detention Wing for tonight. Do I make myself clear?” Mr. Warner smiled triumphantly.

“Yes sir,” I replied seething with rage internally.

After class I grabbed my backpack filled it with some books and sneaked in some craft products, rubber bands, PEZ candy and dispensers to the hidden side pocket. It’s going to be boring down there so I might as well make something to entertain myself, I thought. I recently watched a YouTube video a friend sent me and I would like to try and make it. I mentally went through the instructions to my pet project tonight as I head towards the dungeon.

It’s going to be a long night, I thought.

Little did I know how true this statement was going to be.