Harry ran away from Trent. Trent stopped filming.

"Great acting!"

Trent clapped his hands. Harry stared at him, shocked.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What? I thought you were acting."

Harry shook his head.

"No."

After one hour, Peter clapped his hands.

"Time to show your movies! We'll start with group A.

Carl gave Peter his phone. Peter linked it to the projector screen.

Carl was lying on the floor. Everyone gathered around him.

"What happened?"

"How are you, Carl?"

"If only someone could save him."

"I think we have to bury him."

Courtney's voice was echoing in reverb.

"Carl?"

Carl woke up and looked at Courtney.

"You saved me... Thanks, Courtney. I love you."

"I love you too."

The others in the short film clapped their hands. The guys looked touched and the girls looked jealous. Carl walked up from the floor, bowing.

"The end" was displayed at the end of the movie.

Everyone clapped their hands after the short film. Peter smiled.

"Thank you, that was very touching."

Some of the students laughed, amused. Lizzie raised her hand. Peter pointed at her.

"Lizzie."

Lizzie lowered her hand.

"Could I show my short film now?"

"You mean your and your group's?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, give me your phone."

Lizzie handed Peter her phone. The title, "The Savior" got displayed on the movie screen and everyone was waiting, excited.

Lizzie cried, with fake blood on her forehead and clothes, lying on the floor. She had a blonde wig on. A guy who wore Carl's face as a mask (a picture printed from the internet) ran to Lizzie, with the fast effect on the camera. He helped her up from the floor.

"I'm your savior, Courtney."

"Oh, Carl. You're always so charming!"

"I know."

The film faded out to black.

The class looked impressed while clapping their hands, cheering. Everyone except Carl and Courtney. They noticed that almost everyone was looking at them. Trent gave his phone to Peter, smiling self-satisfied.

"Here's a masterpiece. I promise."

The movie started from the floor and then to Harry. Trent had removed his voice and only kept Harry's voice and a dinosaur sound effect. Harry looked at the camera, terrified. He ran to a corner, shivering. A still of Harry looking scared ended the movie. The text "Scaredy-cat" was shown on Harry's face.

Everyone stared at Trent. Peter pressed the home button on Trent's phone.

"What was that, Trent...?"

Trent blushed, feeling ashamed. Then, he put on his poker face and shrugged.

"A horror movie, of course. What do you think it was?"

"I'm going to tell the principal about this and you will get detention."

Trent frowned at Peter. Peter gave the phone back to Trent and Trent grabbed it.

"Like I would obey the teacher that will have me in detention. Do you really believe that?"

Peter crossed his arms.

"No. But he'll call your parents about it and they will surely be angry at you when they know. I'm that teacher, by the way."

"Screw you, Peter!"

"Shhh..."

The school day ended. Peter had told the principal about Trent's offensive movie against Harry. Peter and Trent sat in front of each other on two chairs. Trent looked at Peter's messy hair and grinned.

"Bad hair day?"

Peter shook his head.

"No, this is my hairstyle. I'm going to ask you some questions."

"Sure, Peter Parker."

Peter tried to hold back his laughter.

"My name is actually Peter Henderson. And my first question was... Do you have something against Harry?"

"No, I just like to bully him."

"If you don't stop bullying soon, you'll get suspended!"

"Hold your temper, Pete."

"You don't tell me what to do, okay? You have detention, not me."

Trent crossed his arms, laughing. Peter couldn't take it anymore.

"That's it! You will get suspended for five days."

"Why? I don't want to get suspended."

"It doesn't matter. I'll take it up with the principal. You're free to go."

Trent got off the chair and ran out of the drama classroom. He frowned while running, everything suddenly felt meaningless to him. He was actually great at school subjects like math, English and other stuff. He wanted to keep getting good grades. But that couldn't work anymore since he was going to get suspended.

Carl and Courtney were swinging on two swings on the playground in the park. Carl smiled.

"Isn't it weird that we don't think we're too old for swings?"

Courtney shrugged.

"I don't know. We're just 14 years old. We're teenagers. And by the way, swinging is fun."

"I agree. Totally."

They saw Trent walking around, kicking on stones on the ground, bitter. After a while, Trent saw them. He looked at them, angrily.

"I just got suspended. Can you imagine? Five days!"

Carl and Courtney pretended to look shocked. Actually, they were relieved that he would be gone for five days. That meant no bullying, since Simon got nice.

"I don't want to get rid of my good grades either..."

Carl looked confused.

"Good grades? I didn't know about that. I feel sorry for you because you got suspended."

Carl actually felt sorry for real now. But Courtney kept swinging like if nothing had happened. Trent sighed deeply and started kicking stones again. Courtney giggled, her swing coming higher and higher up. Carl looked at the swing and her, worried.

"Be careful, Courtney!", he shouted.

"He's just overprotective", Courtney thought. She slowed down the swing anyway, to keep him calm.

Carl took a deep breath, relieved.

"I thought you would fall out of the swing and accidentally hurt yourself. Luckily, you didn't."

Courtney shook her head.

"I wasn't going to do that."

They looked at the playground again. They noticed that Trent was gone.

"It seems like we're alone at the playground", Courtney said. "We have everything to ourselves."

"Yeah!"

They tried everything at the playground. It took them two hours. The playground was huge and they hadn't even seen everything before.