(narrator's POV)
A dark skinned male with refined and handsome face peacefully laid on a couch.
His brown light toned skin gleamed underneath the scattered ray from the window. His face perfect without an ounce of deformity. His high strong jaw structure along with his straight small and puffed nose. His cheeks hid some baby fat, adding more points to his already perfect face. His Amber-Golden eyes clasped shut as he took in deep peaceful breath in his sleep. The strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead while the long bang partially covered his left eye.
He wore a white sweatshirt that hugged his muscular torso majestically, giving details to his huge toned chest and his abs clearly visible through the shirt.
Along with a black fitted cargo pants on his lower half with a leather black belt. The red jacket by the side stood a testament of the winter season.
His body twitched for a bit before his eyes flickered open to reveal a set of golden colored Iris that stared at the unfamiliar room with a confused look.
"Where the fuck am I?" Isaac wondered as he recalled what had happened within the few hours.
One moment he was at school, knocking that bitch ass douchebag and his company and the next he was laying on a random couch of the principal office-
"Mr Waylon." The frightening face of the bald headed white Caucasian male popped up in his field of vision.
"The frickin' moustache scared the shit outta me!'
Issac inwardly sighed as he sits upright, but the bright reflective light blinded his vision that very second.
The Dean stood before Isaac who unfortunately sat beside the window. The scattered rays of the sun wickedly bounced off his smooth egg shaped head, straight for Isaac's eyes.
"Urgh!!" Isaac falls on his knees, clutching his eyes in pain and agony.
'Eternal Damnation! I can't unsee it!!!'
The Dean simply ignored the pitiful display of Isaac and settled on his seat behind the wooden desk. His palms clasped together on the desk as he supports his weight to lean forward to begin his speech.
"Mr Waylon, the chaos you have brought up on this school is remarkably disturbing our high standards in the public eyes." His statement brought a scoff from Isaac.
"I refuse to believe a single person could lead to the impeccably huge drawbacks of the school." Isaac argued with his head up high.
"That was the thought of literally everyone present... But our previous records shows a total of 43 destructive behavioral and contagious attitude that spreads as wild as a level 9 chronic disease." He spoke with a straight face.
"Ah- That's a bit..."
"First day of highschool... 4 years back, the repeated complaints of students from your class repeatedly getting familiarized injuries at their bowels as well as your homeroom teacher. Next we have the entire hall flooded in horse's poop and Mr Gregory's complaint of his lavish blonde hair disappearing overnight."
"Hehe, I remember that one." Isaac chuckled. Mr Greg, his gym teacher was a robust man with an average look. But his long swaying blonde hair was where his damn confidence came from... How long? Think of it as Jason Mamoa starring as Ken in a Barbie flick.
Yeah, that terrible.
"Oh, and don't forget the incident that involves all the teachers skin color mysteriously dying sky blue and on the same day, there was a painting that said and i quote: "Avatar, The way of education."
"Pffft! I swear it wasn't meheheheh!!!" Isaac face turned bright red as his struggles to hold his laugh.
"Or the time you and your accomplices blew up the six classes with fart bomb... If not for the fact that one of your lackey's yelled, "Courtesy of Skerrrt", we would'nt have suspected you."
"Damn Williams." Isaac cursed as he recalled that fateful day.
A Tuesday. Lessons went on like a normal day, but Isaac had long since devised a chaotic plan that involves him and 6 others. In order for the plan to be smooth and successful, Isaac chose not to show up in school the entire previous week, tossing away all traces of suspicion.
Six men positioned at the core parts of the air pipes in the vents as they stealthy awaited further commands. In order for them to avoid narrowed looks from their classmates, they chose to skip lunch break and execute the plan immediately the bell for lunch break rung and snapped into positions.
With gasmasks on and full body amour to avoid the stench, slowly awaited for the clock to tick breaks time which came 30 minutes later.
Six unfortunate classes would fall victim for Isaac's brilliant schemes.
But of course, in every group, there has to be an idiot who messes things up. And that was our boy William who yelled, "Eat Shit! Courtesy of the Skerrrt."
Now, Isaac and his group of chaos were named the "Shaved-Skerrrt_B003s." on IG, Facebook, Twitter and on school grounds, so the name Skerrrt was easily traceable to the seven of them.
A white envelope was slipped into his hands by the Dean who stared at him with feing sadness.
"I wonder how your parents would feel, seeing the menace you have become."
His words triggered an emotion locked deep in the heart of Isaac as his opened the envelope and read it's wordings with a neutral face, devoid of his everlasting side smirk.
The Dean added, "Your Uncle is aware and supportive in this decision made by the board. Mr Waylon, you are no longer a student of the Waylon Legacy school due to the decision and results of your expulsion."
Sadness, pain, betrayal couldn't express the emotion he felt. With a sigh, Isaac slowly rose up from the chair and walked out the office without another word.
Let's get this clear.
Isaac is not your regular MC who has been abandoned by society of whatnot. No, due to some unfortunate events, his parents who had amassed a large amount of resources and wealth died mysteriously, leaving him with a shit load of money and connections. But his Uncle had other plans for him.
As he was not of legal age, his wealth were in custody of his uncle who scammed and robbed Isaac of his own wealth, leaving him with nothing but a single room flat with a iron stone bed and a beanbag for a couch.
And now the school which his parents built from the ground had just expelled him... Courtesy of his uncle. In other words, the school that rightfully belonged to him had just kicked him out.
There's obviously nothing that compares to this much humiliation.
"Looks like I'll have to execute my plans a lot quicker." Isaac spoke in a cold voice that sent shivers down the spines of many.
It's time to take back what belongs to him or die trying.