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sayshazamThis was so dumb. Billy had tried so hard to stay out of trouble, to not get kicked out and to do well in school and one little fight had pretty much negated all that hard work. He hadn't even thrown the first punch, hadn't even defend himself at first really. Now that he knew how to fight, to really fight, it didn't seem fair to fight the other kids. But the guy had gone after someone else and Billy couldn't just stand there and watch that happen. He'd only hit the other guy so that the bully wouldn't hurt someone else. But apparently the school had a "zero tolerance" policy for fighting.
Luckily he was able to reduce his punishment from a suspension to "After school community service detention". He'd been told to report to a fire station and someone there would oversee his "community service". Billy figured it would mean shoveling some snow or washing a firetruck or something dumb like that. He already flew around as a superhero, wasn't that community service?
Sighing, Billy tugged at the sleeves of his winter jacket because it- along with the rest of his clothes- had shrunk in the wash or something. He probably looked homeless, with his black eye, illfitting clothes and backpack. Maybe he should take Kurt up on his offer to get some new clothes. Later. Right now he had to get this over with.
"Hello?" he called out. "It's Billy Batson. I'm here from the high school? For, uh, community service?"
Luckily he was able to reduce his punishment from a suspension to "After school community service detention". He'd been told to report to a fire station and someone there would oversee his "community service". Billy figured it would mean shoveling some snow or washing a firetruck or something dumb like that. He already flew around as a superhero, wasn't that community service?
Sighing, Billy tugged at the sleeves of his winter jacket because it- along with the rest of his clothes- had shrunk in the wash or something. He probably looked homeless, with his black eye, illfitting clothes and backpack. Maybe he should take Kurt up on his offer to get some new clothes. Later. Right now he had to get this over with.
"Hello?" he called out. "It's Billy Batson. I'm here from the high school? For, uh, community service?"
