Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

Chapter 2: Shit



Luke boarded the bus and noticed that it was almost full. Luckily, Tom had saved him a spot in one of the seats at the back.

On the bus, Luke didn't cross paths with any of the people who picked on him, since, unlike him, they had parents to drive them to school.

"Are you sure about doing the prank...?" asked Tom as Luke sat beside him.

"Yeah... It's best not to talk about it here," said Luke, who didn't want anything to leak out.

For some of the prank preparations, Luke needed help from Tom, so he was the only person aware of the big prank that would happen this Saturday. Luke knew that Tom hated bullies just like he did so that he wouldn't do anything stupid.

Friday was the end of school, and on Saturday there would be a party where the whole school would go.

It is the perfect time for Luke's revenge and to teach the stupid bullies and the inept school staff who turn a deaf ear despite Luke's, Tom's, and other orphanage kids' complaints.

They finally arrived at the school. Luke got off the bus and walked towards the front door accompanied by Tom.

As they walked through the school halls to their lockers, Luke could hear a voice addressing him, "Nice shoes, Luke. Don't you have money to buy a new pair?"

Luke turned his head and noticed a group of four boys. The one in the middle was the one who spoke and the leader of them all: Brad Thompson. He's the leader of the school's soccer team and one of the most popular people.

The stereotype of Brad was so cliche that it made Luke want to vomit. He couldn't believe that there is such a normie person who meets all the requirements for a typical school bully.

"I doubt they have any money in that smelly orphanage," commented a friend of Brad's, and everyone started laughing out loud.

"I see you're taking more pains with your teasing. Well done. What's it going to be tomorrow? My parents? No wait... That's what they already made fun of," Luke said thoughtfully.

"Maybe they can make fun of the holes in your pants," said Tom with a slight smile.

"Oh yeah... that they haven't made fun of yet," nodded Luke, looking down at his pants. In his right tibia was a hole leaving his leg in full view.

"Did you hear that? That's a good suggestion. Write it down. Lest your stupid brains forget it," added Luke with a slight smirk. Tom next to him started laughing out loud.

"Don't get smart, Luke!" snarled Brad, clenching his fists and moving aggressively towards Luke.

Luke didn't back down, even though he weighed 20kg less than Brad, he wasn't afraid. His eyes glared at Brad with contempt. With his psychic powers, he could finish the fight in seconds. Maybe he should break his leg and have his soccer career end prematurely.

The only thing that protected Brad and his stupid friends were the rules of society, and Luke didn't want to show everyone that he had powers.

"Stop it, everyone. The bell has rung. Go to your classrooms," said a straight brown-haired woman, putting herself between Brad and Luke.

"You saved yourself this time, lunatic," snarled Brad, bumping into Luke's shoulder and going to his classroom with his friends.

"Don't start silly fights, Luke. No good will come of it for you," said the brown-haired woman who was one of the teachers at the school.

"I didn't start the fight," said Luke, annoyed. It was always the same, the adults would side with the bully just because their family had some power.

In Brad's case, his older brother was a professional football player and so was his father. Now his father was retired and brought large funds to the school.

"Go to your classrooms," said the teacher, pretending she didn't hear Luke's comment. The classes went by, boring as usual. Luke in his past life had already done the eighth grade, so it was no challenge for him to pass it this time. It was even easier than before since his telekinetic powers were not just for moving objects with his mind.

He had a photographic memory. Just by reading a book once, he remembered everything. Comprehension depended on him, but since it was a grade, he had taken before it was not difficult at all.

This could also be one of the reasons why he became a target for bullies since he had excellent grades compared to them. In addition to his attractiveness, he was the envy of everyone (or so The and his narcissism thought).

However, this was not enough to get the school staff on his side.

After the school day was over, Luke and Tom wasted time on the mean streets of Boston. It was better than being in the orphanage with a lot of noisy, disruptive kids.

The week passed normally. Luke held back and didn't start any fights with Brad and his group of friends. He couldn't get himself expelled before the big prank. On Friday Mrs. Miller congratulated him on finishing school without being expelled.

On Saturday a little before 7:00 PM the students started making their way to school, dressed smartly. The dance started at 7. As for Luke, it was obvious that he would not participate in a stupid dance. He hated dancing. Making embarrassing movements with your body while listening to music that wasn't to your liking.

Tom would take it upon himself to go and be the person to open the doors for Luke so he could execute the prank. Tom had invited a girl named Nancy from his grade.

By about eight o'clock, Mrs. Miller had sent all the kids to bed even though it was Saturday. Luke after a few minutes slipped out of the orphanage and started heading for an old storage room that they used with Tom to store junk and things they found useful.

Here he had stored what they would use for today's prank. The warehouse was in a very run- down and sparsely frequented area. The sheet metal door was barely standing.

Opening the sheet metal door, a putrid smell invaded Luke's nostrils. He quickly held his nose, and an evil grin formed on his face.

In the small, dilapidated warehouse were four buckets of about twenty liters each filled with shit. That's where the smell was coming from even though there was a lid on each bucket.

It took Luke many weeks to accumulate that much shit. The joke was to fill the ballroom with shit through the sprinklers in the ballroom. They had already figured out with Tom how to accomplish this.

There was also a blue plastic recycling garbage can in the storage room. They should use it when Luke gets to school. In that garbage, they can dump the 80 liters of shit.

How would he carry 80 liters of shit to school? With a bicycle and his telekinetic powers. The bike was in this very warehouse. It was black and somewhat worn.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Luke had already plotted a route days before and already knew it by heart. It was a route to school without many lights and little elapsed time. If he saw a person quickly, he would have to lower the buckets floating to the ground. As for the blue garbage can, he would carry it on his back, as it was not heavy at all.

Without wasting any time, he took the bicycle, and with his mental powers, he floated the four buckets full of shit. The trip caused him little fatigue, even though he was moving about 80 kilograms of weight for several minutes without stopping.

Luckily for Luke, he did not encounter any people on the dark road and made it to the school without any problems and with his buckets of shit safely. The only unpleasant thing was having to smell shit for over fifteen minutes.

He made his way to the back of the school. Where the hall they were using for today's dance was located. At one of the back doors of the hall, he waited patiently for Tom after texting him that he had arrived.

After five minutes, the door opened. It was Tom wearing a suit a size larger than his size. Luke could tell that Tom had red lipstick on his lips.

"Looks like you managed to kiss Nancy Parkinson. Congratulations," Luke said sarcastically. He didn't find Nancy Parkinson attractive at all.

"That was amazing, her lips tasted like strawberry," said Tom not noticing Luke's sarcasm as

he was happy that he had managed to get his first kiss.

"Information I'd rather not know. Come on, load two buckets. I'll load the other two," Luke said with a grimace as he grabbed two buckets and went inside.

'Shit... sure are heavy,' thought Luke doing a great amount of force and having sweat on his forehead. The same was true for Tom. The telekinetic pods were broken.

"How did you carry four buckets in here?" asked Tom, supporting the buckets and wiping

sweat from his forehead.

"Don't ask," Luke said as he reached for the blue recycling garbage can. He placed the garbage can near a hydrant that was connected to the sprinkler system.

Between Luke and Tom, they started pouring all the crap into the big blue garbage can, "Do you have the hose?" asked Luke.

"Yes, here," replied Tom, pulling a double-connected hose out of a corner.

Luke took it and placed one hose connection on the bucket full of shit and the other on the

hydrant which was the connection point that allows water to be supplied for irrigation or firefighting systems. In this case to supply a lot of shit.

Shit is generally not liquid like water, so Luke had to use his powers to crush it and make it as liquid as possible. He never thought he would use his powers for such a task, but he didn't want to have to crush it with his feet or hands.

"All set. Go to the dance, when I text, you set off the fire alarm. Don't let anyone see you," Luke said, and Tom nodded as he walked back to the dance floor.

There was a very hidden fire alarm, and it would be hard to be seen, just be careful. Luke, meanwhile, took the four empty buckets and started cleaning up the crime scene. The

only thing they would leave behind would be the big blue bucket. He hid his bike away from the place and stealthily climbed onto the roof of the place, where there were windows that would make it possible for him to observe the whole place without any problem.

He watched in disgust as all the students danced happily. There was Brad, his girlfriend who was the head cheerleader of the school, and all the most popular students with their dates.

There were also the teachers and the old principal.

Without a second thought, he sent a simple message to Tom: "Do it."

So, within minutes chaos broke out on the dance floor. The fire alarm started the chaos. A large amount of liquid shit started coming out of the sprinklers.

At first, the students and teachers danced happily, before they noticed something falling on

their heads and soiling their clothes.

Luke began to hear everyone screaming in horror at the shit all over them. They were being bathed in shit. He could see Brad's girlfriend puking all over him.

'Disgusting,' Luke thought with an evil grin as he watched his masterpiece.

The whole hall was ruined, the food, the punch, the expensive costumes of many students,

everything.

'Serves them right. May they get an infection or something. It's best to leave,' thought Luke,

leaving the crime scene. All the victims would start coming out, and it wouldn't do any good

for anyone to see it.

Luke left the bike and the four garbage cans in the old warehouse and returned to the orphanage unnoticed by anyone. Everyone was sleeping peacefully.

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