King. Mr. King. Mr. KING!" CHAPTER ONE "Mr. King. Mr. King. Mr. KING!" It's the third one that actually makes me look up, then, automatically, look around for my old man. He's not here, but two dozen teenagers are, looking at me like I'm a moron. "Mr. King, I asked you a question," the substitute teacher says as I finally look at her. Of course she's a substitute, the real teachers gave up on asking me things in my freshman year. "You're wasting your time," Jenny says from the front row. At least I think her name is Jenny... she's a cheerleader, and honestly they all look like clones in varying colors. Black, white, Hispanic, doesn't matter, they're a lot like photocopies. "Ace," and she drawls out my name, clearly saying she doesn't think it fits, "doesn't talk to anyone." "I..." the teacher says, a few expressions crossing her face before she frowns. "I would appreciate you treating your fellow classmate more appropriately," she says. "Jenna's right, though," a jock says. "Ace don't know anything." "What idiot decided to call him 'Ace' in the first place, anyway?" Jenna asks the jock, earning snickers from the rest of the class. It's like I'm not even there, I think, so I go back to doodling in my notebook, pausing for a moment before digging through my pens for an inker. This week's masterpiece is a detailed drawing of Panther. No, not a panther--Panther. He's a super villain. I've heard stories about him ripping people's heads off with a single swipe of his claw. Sure, I've never seen it on TV, but I still believe it-- "Mr.
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