Jason Riders had to be the most mischievous child in his entire
high school. Despite his horrible behavior, everyone loved him
and found his sense of humor extraordinarily exciting. Throughout
his entire freshman year of high school, there wasn't a single
day where a teacher was thrilled by his presence. So it was no
wonder why in the beginning of his sophomore year, all his
teachers had a bottle of Aleve on their desk waiting to be used.
The bell rung and first period began. All sorts of kids walked
into his first period English class-some whom he knew and others
whom he didn't. He took a seat in the very back row next to his
best friend, Michael Bernstein. He and Michael had been best
friends since the third grade, getting into trouble and causing
disruptions together. When Michael was hurt, Jason was there and
vice versa-truly lucky to have each other. However, the two of
them coexisting in one place happened to be a pain for all of
"Hello and Good Morning Class. Welcome to the first day of your
sophomore year of High School and welcome to your English 10
Honors Class. I trust some of you have heard of me; I am Ms.
Pottinger, the so-called meanest teacher in this school. I assure
you," she chuckled. "You will find many teachers who are much
harsher and much less tolerant than I." She flashed Jason a nice
smile. "Now I will begin to take role. Please stand when I call
you, so I can match a name with a face."
As she began to call out the names of students in the class,
Jason and Michael began to talk.
"Dude, this class is going to be so boring. English class? Ugh.
Talk about a pain in the-" Ms. Pottinger cut off Michael by
yelling his name. He quickly looked up and then stood. She
"I hope I don't have a problem already in my classroom. Why don't
you just relax and get accustomed to school again while I call
role Mr. Bernstein. Is that fine with you?"
"Yes ma'am." He replied and sat back down. Quickly, he pulled out
his touch cell phone from his pocket and began to text Jason who
was sitting right next to him.
The text read: 'If we can't talk, why not text =D'
Jason grinned and said to Michael "Don't mind her. I'm sure she's
fine with us talking. I mean, it IS the first day and all."
At the end of the role Ms. Pottinger asked if there was anyone
she didn't call and a few students raised their hands and stood
up including Jason. After directing the confused students to
their appropriate classrooms, she looked at Jason.
"Ms. Pottinger, you didn't call my name." He said.
"I didn't feel the need," she began. "I know who you are Mr.
Riders. Why, every teacher in this school does. In fact, I've
been told so many stories about you that I bet I could avoid at
least half of the pranks you plan to pull this year. Now, I hear
you have a sense of humor, as do we all. But this is an English
class-not a comedy class. Keep those jokes to yourself. Okay?
Thanks." She walked back behind her desk and pushed the chair
which was stationed there to the side, pulling up another one.
"Oh, one more thing Jason," she added.
Ms. Pottinger took a sheet of paper and pushed it down onto the
seat. It was then obvious the chair had a massive amount of glue
on it when she attempted to pull the paper off.
"Nice try, Jason," she grinned. People giggled. "Welcome to
After class, when the bell rang, Jason and Michael compared
schedules to determine where their next classes were. The rest of
his day went smoothly. All of Jason's teachers happened to know
exactly who he was just like Ms. Pottinger had said. Because they
lived two houses down from each other, Jason and Michael walked
home with a bunch of friends. They began talking about their
goals for the year and their teachers and classes.
One kid said "Ay, ya'll got Ms. Rivera for Spanish 3? She is so
"I bet," replied another. "I got Mr. Fuller."
"Tell me why all my teachers knew who I was." Jason laughed.
"Dawg, you've made a name for yourself as like the biggest
jokester and disturbance in the entire school," replied one guy.
"I don't think that's a good thing Jason," said one kid with
"Web head, Shut up." Most of the kids just lightly shoved him,
slowing him down.
He jogged up to Jason. "Seriously Jason, look at your grades.
They've reflected your disruptive lifestyle. You couldn't try out
for the basketball team like you wanted because you were having
trouble making a 2.5 grade point average. I'm just saying."
Jason looked at him and shrugged. Jason was an extremely clever
child. His mischievous mind, however, made him take advantage of
his cleverness. When they reached their houses, they bid farewell
and entered. As he set foot into his house, Jason's mother
immediately rushed to him.
"So how was the first day of sophomore year?" She asked.
"It was fine. All of my teachers knew who I was before I even
stepped into my classes." He stepped into the kitchen and began
to rinse and eat an apple.
"Well why is that?"
"Because I'm super popular, duh." He chuckled and rushed up to
Jason plopped onto his bed and looked up at the ceiling remember
the conversation he had had when walking home. Justin Webb was
known to be a super smart and logical guy. Everyone called him
Web head and his reasoning with Jason made sense. He picked up
his phone and called Michael.
"Hello? Jason?" Michael answered.
"Hey man. I was just thinking about what Web head said. Maybe
this year I should tone it down a little."
"Oh my goodness, Jason," Michael started. "Without your
hilariousness, life would be boring and we all would probably
hate to come to school even more than we do now. Besides, you do
it for the LOL's remember?"
"Yeah, that's true. But, this year I want to do at least one
sport. I'm thinking about trying out for the basketball team and
when teachers kick me out of their class, my GPA lowers a lot."
Jason sounded concerned.
"Man, listen. This is the beginning of a new school year. Just a
few laughs before we go to junior year, which might I remind you
is the hardest year of all."
"Alright, Michael. Hey, listen. My dad is back from work. So,
I'll talk to you later. You can text me or something. Peace."
Both boys hung up and Jason rushed downstairs. The smell of pizza
lingered in the air. His father was standing at the kitchen table
with three boxes of pizza in his hands.
"Where's my sophomore son?" He asked and saw Jason in the corner
of his eye. "Hey, champ. How was school?"
"It was pretty cool. My teachers all knew me-it's this whole
popularity thing I got." Jason flashed a perfect smile.
His father chuckled. "You know you get that popularity from me,
right? Anyway, where's your mother? I didn't see her car in the
"I don't know. She was here when I came in." he replied.
"Well, alright. I guess half of this paycheck will go to you
Jason's eyes lit up. Thoughts of lavish spending flew through his
mind. "Sweet, I can't wait for when I get eighteen years old and
get to work for your company. Then I'll be rolling in dough too."
He snatched the check from his dad who laughed.
"By the way dad," Jason added. "You're going to have to show me
some day where you work. You know I've never been there, right?"
His father's face became stern. "There's a reason for that. Now
go upstairs and put that check away so you can eat some pizza."
Jason rushed upstairs and looked at the check. He began to wonder
and became very curious. He flipped open his laptop and searched
his father's company-Power Bros. He read articles on all the
power generators the company had made and engines and all sorts
of equipment. Then he visited the company website and looked at
the top of the page. It read: Power Bros. © "People with
Power…That's our goal!"
Jason began to laugh. "That is so corny," he said.
"What's so corny?" Jason heard a voice ask and immediately turned
around closing off the site. His older sister, Jessica, was
standing right behind him giving him a look.
"Hello, Jessica. You're home." Jason looked shocked.
"Yes. Yes I am. I'll be coming home everyday after my classes are
finished. Remember? My college is right down the street. What
were you doing?"
Jason looked at her. "Nothing. I was just looking up a website."
"And this website was corny?" she smiled.
Jason laughed. "Isn't the pizza downstairs?"
"Yes. And it's getting cold so hurry up."