A/N: This is a really old story I did. I figured I’d post it here before I forgot about it.

Several kids were outside playing dodgeball. That was where Myles Fowl II wanted to be at this particular moment. Right now, however, he was in the Principal’s Office. He was in suspesion. The previous day, he had gotten into a fight with Malcolm, the tallest, strongest, and meanest boy in the 8th grade. Malcolm had blond hair and brown eyes. He towered above everyone else in the school, even some of the teachers. They had gotten into the fight because of a dodgeball game they had played at school. Myles had been on the red team, and Malcolm had been on the blue team. Myles had taken his ball, thrown it at Malcolm, and hit him with it. Nobody else was looking when it happened, so Malcolm had kept right in playing. Myles wasn’t too happy about that. Later, he had hit Malcolm again. And again, nobody saw it. So Malcolm never went out.

After the game Myles had went up to Malcolm and complained. Myles remembered everything in his head:

“You were out!” yelled Myles. “I hit you twice!” Malcolm looked angry. “You did not,” he replied. “I hit YOU!” “That’s not true!” shouted Myles. “I hit you. But since no one was looking, you stayed in, when you should have been out!” “SHUT UP!” barked Malcolm. “MAKE ME!” Myles replied. Malcolm threw a punch at him. It missed. Someone in the school yard shouted “Fight!”, and several kids immediately began gathering around to watch.

Malcolm threw a second punch. This time, it hit Myles on the elbow. It hurt. A few of the kids watching started to giigle a bit. Myles was angry. He looked up at Malcolm just in time to receive a nosebleed. The giggles turned to laughs. Myles was furious. He delivered a surprisingly strong right hook, and it caught Malcolm on the chin. Unforunately, that’s when Mr. Myers, one of the teachers, decided to walk into the playground. Malcolm immediately whipped up some tears. Mr. Myers ran over to Malcolm. “Are you okay?” he asked. Malcolm nodded. “How did this happen?” Malcolm pointed his finger at Myles. “He did it!” Mr. Myers looked at Myles. “Is this true, Myles?” he asked. “Yes,” replied Myles. “But-” Mr. Myers cut him off. “No ‘buts’. Follow me to the principals office.” He turned to Malcolm. “You may continue playing.”

Myles remembered Malcolm giving him a sinister smile as he marched up to the principals office. After he had gotten there. The principal gave him a big long lecture about starting fights in the schoolyard, and how he would have to spend the following day in suspesion. That’s where Myles was now, and he was none too happy about it.

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• Mulch, Don't Sue the Postal Service!
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• The Diary of Myles Fowl
• The Doughnut Dilemna
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