Jackson strikes again, but he won't get away with it.
In the morning, I rushed out to school, late and having already missed the bus. I practically ran to get there, if mom found out, she'd kill me. I turned the corner around by the football field, and my heart sank when I saw Jackson Jones and his gang stood there, all holding cups of soft drink.
"Hey, you're late this morning, we thought you could do with something to wake you up." he laughed. I sighed heavily, bracing myself.
"If you're gonna do it, just get on with it, Jackson." And at that, I was pelted with cups of cold liquid, soaked to my skin. They were all about to turn and leave, when some one shouted.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
I turned to see Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Robyn all standing there looking furious.