"He can go to school, but he would need that bandage on his head for two more weeks. Just don't let him run around or do much of physical activity." The doctor said.

I practiced walking around the room.

Luckily, I didn't look like I was limping and my face looks as good as ever - there's just a white bandage around my head and it pains sometimes when I think too much.

"Thank you very much, Dr. George." My mom said.

I got into the car with Chris on a booster seat in the back.

"How are you feeling now, Chad?" My mom asked.

I feel like a Brad – weak and absolutely useless.

"I've been better, mom," I told her.

"Are you sure you can go to school tomorrow?"

"Sure," I said.

If I stayed home during a school day – I would be really bored and the next day when I come to school – BAM! I would have missed ten chapters that were completed, a really hilarious scene in the lobby and a lucky lottery tickets being handed out for free.

At School

"Can anyone define the laws of motion?" Our physics sir asked.

I raised my hand up, a smirk forming my lips.

"Yes, Chad?"

I got up from my place and stood in front of the classroom.

"Although this would've been easier if a tree had fallen on Newton's head rather than an apple, it's pretty simple," I said, giving a pause.

"The first law defines me. If I'm asleep – I wouldn't want to wake up and if I'm awake – well, I'd love to sleep right now but I usually wouldn't want to sleep. Therefore a body in the state of rest or motion will continue to do so unless a net external force is acted upon it."

I heard a few chuckles.

"The second law states that the bigger and faster they are, the harder they fall."

"And if you kick a donkey, for example – it would obviously kick you back. So, every action has an equal and opposite reaction." I summed up, just as the bell rang.

At Lunch

"Shrek called. He wants to tell you that he wants his face back." Brad said, eating his sandwich with his friends as he came to my table.

"The fact that Shrek has your number proves that you're his twin," I said, listening to Ron snickering.

"I'd call you an idiot for thinking that, but that would be an insult to idiots."

Now, the whole cafeteria was paying attention to their daily show of Chad vs. Brad.

"If you'd want to insult an idiot, tell them that you're as smart as them." I heard some people eating popcorn, too.

He rolled his eyes.

Wrong move, buddy.

"You can keep rolling your eyes, but trust me – you'd never find a brain back there," I said chuckling.

"Don't worry, my brain will come back eventually. It sometimes gets blown away by your stupidity."

"I don't think so. You're brain probably abandoned you seeing that you've never used it."

He opened and closed his mouth – thinking way too hard for a comeback.

"And, with a mouth like that, not even flies would enter it," I said, taking Ron's high five.

He regained his senses after being punched so hard and said, "Of course, flies don't enter clean and amazing things." That was so bad, I facepalmed.

Somebody teach this guy how to comeback!

"If you think your mouth is clean – I really pity the others who share your dictionary."

Ladies and gentlemen; Chasassy is back and he just won this battle.