8.a reminder

I started walking back to my next class before leaving the area. Steve came around the corner gasping for air. He shouted out half of my name. "Marc!" I walk closer to him to try and figure out why there is such sudden urgency. "The principal would like to talk to you before your last class, so follow me," he grabs me and pulls me in, and we begin walking down the halls in the back of my mind. I wonder what the principle would want with me and why it is so urgent. We get to the front of the building, where there is a room next to the entrance saying "Principle." I knock on the door. The coach opens it up, giving me a hand gesture and telling me to come inside. Before closing the door, he tells Steve, "Good to class, and here is your pass for being late." I take a seat in front of the man wearing a cheap suit with a mustard stain under the pouch. He started by saying, "We are welcome to bring you to our fine school, and it is a shame what Fred did to you." "But we'd like to ask you a question, son," the principal said, and I nodded, indicating that I was open to hearing what he had to say. "Well, Marcus, our school is in a bit of a pickle; as you can see, our athletics are declining due to a lack of progress shown over the years. "And the board is giving us a set date to be within the top ten of our worst sports to keep this school afloat." I looked at the coach, telling myself in my head, "How in the fuck is that my problem?" but I wanted to be nice and didn't want to be on the bad side of the principle. So, I asked the coach, "What sport is it, Coach?" He sadly replied, "football," with a sigh at the end. I stood up and said to the principal, "I will join this thing called football on one condition: the woman that was walking me early, do you have any information on her?" The coach and the principal looked at me then back at each other. The coach speaks first: "Sorry kid, he can't give information on other kids to random people. We just talked to you." I gave him a quick response, "We just met, but yet you want me to save this sorry ass school." The principal smashed his hand on the desk out of rage, "Now you listen to me, this school is the only school that will take you after what Fred has told the school board." I started to walk away from the conversation before I left the room. I left them one thing to think about: "You want me to save this school I've been hearing about for one day got stabbed and beaten the hell out of because the students were horrified of the bullies." They would rather turn a blind eye or make fun of the person getting mauled than help, so I'm not saving this school, and I'm not going to be your last resort because you all gave up on this school before me. I slammed the door behind me and started walking down the halls to go to my class of the day, which is when I pulled my schedule out of my bag. The sixth period is art. I stormed down the halls, thinking to myself, "They got some nerve asking me to bail their sorry asses out." Hell, I still had to figure out what happened to Fifty-eight. I hear from down the halls, "Somebody gets the coach; please hurry," and I rush to the screams. As I turn the corner, I see the woman crying for help. "What happened?" she asks, pointing to the weightlifting room, "Ben was trying to impress his girl, but he put on too much weight and can't get up. "I slammed the door open, seeing Ben struggling for air. The weight was cutting off his windpipes. I guessed his weight—three forty-five plates on each plus the bar. And, given his height and build, that was far too much weight for him, so I grabbed both ends of the bar and slung it off of me. I pulled myself up to make sure that he was alright after he hugged me and told me, "Thanks, man, I was going to be dead if you didn't show up." I could tell by the way he suddenly stopped his sentence and the look on his girlfriend's face that something was disturbing. I turn around to figure out what was so shocking; then I realize the bar I threw off of Ben is stuck in the wall. The wall began to crack due to the weight's impact, so I inspected the damage first-hand. I grab the middle of the bar and turn around to ensure no one is injured. The way they looked, it appeared as if they saw a god standing in front of them.I take the bar out of the wall, and as soon as I do, I hear footsteps pounding down the halls, and the coach slams the door open in panic. He starts to shout, but he is out of breath. "Sorry for taking so long, uh, is everyone OK?" He looks over the room and sees nothing wrong, but one thing is that I was holding this much weight. I could tell he was doing the calculations to see how much it weighed. I placed the weight on the floor, picked up my bag, and walked past the coach to enter the hallway. He grabbed my shoulder, and I could tell by his grip that he was scared of me. I kept walking past him because I was scared of myself as well. As I was walking down the halls, the bell rang out, and I guess it was the last bell because all the students were walking home. I saw Steve come out of the probability and statistics room, and how he rushed over to me gave me a hint that he was ready to go home. We walked outside, and Elizabeth was waiting on us. I'm guessing that she didn't want to walk home by herself. I, Steve, and Elizabeth were walking back home when Steve asked me about Traci. I continued to walk. I responded, but what concerned me was, "Who is Traci?".