This gang was led by none other than Jerry Walters, who would be in later times Wile E. Coyote, Peter’s best and most trusted friend. However, Peter was already a friend of Cartman and DesDan at that time.
The bullying was short-lived, for Wile E.’s own little brother was being bullied by someone bigger and beefier, and when Wile E. confronted him in front of most of the school, he was nearly beaten senseless. It was then that Peter stepped in to help, to the surprise of everyone, even Mental Chris, as the beefy bully was known. Although nobody really knew why he was called that, for as far as they had seen, he was never really that mental.
The two former adversaries lay on the ground, both with bleeding noses and black eyes, Peter’s left and Wile E.’s right. At first as they lay there, the pain was not that bad; it was only as they made their way to the nurse’s office that the pain began to set in, as though their wounds knew exactly where they were headed. When they reached the office of Nurse Paula Heeler, Peter knocked lightly three times, and when no answer came, he lifted his fist again, ready to knock a little harder.
“Come in,” said the nurse loudly, as to be sure they heard her. They did as she said and were greeted by Nurse Heeler, who did her best to muster the biggest smile on her pretty rounded face as she could as they trampled their muddy shoes over her clean floor. As her eyes fell on them, the big smile faltered. “Goodness what happened? Look at the pair of you. You’ve been fighting again, then?” she said sternly.
“No,” they said at the same time, making it sound like one voice.
“Then who?” said Nurse Heeler
“We can’t say,” said Peter, who hated telling on anyone.
“And why not?” asked the nurse.
“Because -” Peter could not think of anything to tell her to make her stop with the stupid questions.
“Because,” said Wile E. out of the blue, “the one that did it said that he would come after us again if we told anyone.”
“Oh he did, did he? Well, I’ll have to inform the principal of what has happened,” she said as she started to wipe the blood from Peter’s face. “And he will most likely call your parents to inform them.”
“No,” exclaimed Wile E. “My mum will go mad if you call her at work.”
“Well, I’m sorry but there’s no other way. Your mum doesn’t get out of work until after school, and by that time it would be way too late, and it is the principal’s duty to inform the parent of any trouble,” said the nurse.
“Call my mum, she’ll call Mrs. Walters, she’ll call her as soon as she gets home,” said Peter.
They did call Helen, and she and Berlanin (who had just started a three day holiday to do a little work on the house) went to see “what the heck are those teachers playing at,” which, of course, were Helen’s words. As they headed for the principal’s office, they accidentally ran into Mr. Weavger, who was on his way to class.
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“Good evening, Helen, Ben,” said the teacher.
“I can’t believe you have the bloody balls to call us by our first names after what you’ve done to our son. It’s Mr. and Mrs. Lince to you,” said Helen who had changed her last name after remarrying, and the guilt she felt for that alone was pretty bad. She thought that she was betraying John’s memory in some way.
However, it was Peter who helped her. He kept his birth name, but not out of spite at his mother marrying someone else. In truth, Berlanin was the only real father that Peter had ever known, and he was happy and happy for them. Peter never really knew why he kept the name Stark; all he knew was that for some reason, he felt connected to it in a way that he was never able to explain.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” lied Weavger.
Berlanin was pleasantly surprised at her restraint. He was sure she would have lifted something and lobbed it at him by know. He took Helen by the arm and took a few steps away from Weavger and said, “Helen, why don’t you go on, and I’ll join you in a little while.”
“I’m sorry, but I have to get to class,” said the teacher.
“I’m sure you can spare a few moments,” said the Wizard. “Please go on and see the principal. I think the last thing we need is for you to be guilty of manslaughter,” he whispered to Helen.
Helen threw him a look as though to say very funny, though she did as she was asked, but not before giving Weavger the dirtiest look in the history of the human race.
Berlanin and Mr. Weavger had only talked for about five or six minutes when the vice principal, Herbert Leer, joined them. He had heard their raised voices and decided to investigate.
“So what makes you think you can treat our son the way you do?” asked Berlanin, who was so sorry that he had left his wand at home.
Mr. Leer put up his hand in protest. “Please Mr. Lince -”
“Was I talking to you? I don’t think so. So why don’t you shut up and mind your own business!” said Berlanin loudly. “Weren’t you told about my son needing a little more help in class than others?”
“Yes,” replied Weavger, “I was informed about it. But I personally think that Peter (Weavger only called Peter by his first name when talking to adults. Any other time as you probably have seen he calls him by his surname) is either looking for attention or he’s too lazy to do the work. Because, he doesn’t seem slow to me at all. In fact, he’s smart, and I admire that quality in anyone. And there are times when he uses those smarts, although very rarely. That’s the reason I push him a little harder than the other teachers. Not out of dislike, but to help him realize his true potential.”
Berlanin was almost convinced by the complements that Weavger was throwing, but there was one thing that stuck in his mind. It was something that he said in the sentence before the last. “I push him a little harder,” Berlanin felt like laughing out loud, for the two teachers had not caught on to it. For Mr. Weavger had denied that he had been too hard on Peter in the past, but now he had openly admitted it, not just to the Wizard, but also to the vice principal.
“So now you’re saying you do push Peter harder than you do the other students,” said the deputy Grand Wizard, a wry smile slowly showing itself as both teachers finally caught on to his meaning.
Weavger’s face went blank as he remembered his own damning words.
“Do you or do you not shout at my son for things you let other children get away with?”
“Yes I do shout at him.”
“Then I’ll say this just once. Don’t ever shout at my son unless you have a damn good reason for it. I’m warning you, don’t even think about causing him grief, or I’ll be up here so fast I’ll go through you for a short cut.” Because of Mr. Weavger’s arrogance, Berlanin’s anger was oozing out of every word.
“I don’t know where you think you are or who you think you are, but this is a school, and we don’t take kindly to threats, Mr. Lince,” said vice principal Leer.
Berlanin paid no attention. He turned on his heel and made his way to the principal’s office.
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Those were just some of the events leading up to Peter’s situation.
Now Weavger had just knocked on the principal’s door.
“Come in,” said a voice from the room beyond.