Ding-Dong-Dead

Tradtion. Just like holidays,Ding-Dong-Ditch was a tradition. If someone didn't show up,they were shuned. And if they did,then they were considered 'cool',at least until the effect wore off.
That was October 11th in Grad Middle School. 'DDD' was posted everywhere. Sure,the teachers tried to stop it. But nothing worked. Nothing. In fact,any staff member that tried to inforce the rules was first on the hit list.

Students poured out of the small Junior High. They were talking,lough. If someone were to take them all and put them in to a small room,it would like wasps. Thousands,millions of wasps.
In almost every conversation were the words 'Ding-Dong-Ditch','Mrs,Bailey's house',and 'new'.
Breaking away from his possie,Ty hopped onto the bus. The driver flashed him a yellow-toothed grin,but the teenager didn't notice her. Instead,he made his way to the back of the bus where he sat down next to another guy. Dean was his name.
Ty slipped off his bag and flung it onto the seat across from him,right next to Dean's blue sidepack. Then he reached into his pocket and dug out a small jade flipbook. Ty flipped through it a few times,stopping every few minutes to blow away his ebony hair.
Beside him,Dean gave a sigh. He slouched down into the seat,right before emitting another one. Slyly,he glanced over at his friend. Hoping he would notice.
Ty groaned,laying the book across his lap. Dean always did that when he wanted something.
"What do you want now?" There was a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Glad to finally have all the attention,Dean sat back up. A cheesy grin was planted on his freckled face as he turned to face Ty.
"Sooo,you 'gonna do DDD tonight or what?" Dean looked ready to blow with curiosity.
Ty shrugged. Being a new kid,he saw no point in doing what everyone else did. Who cares about playing a dumb prank.
"I don't know. What retarded plan did those losers come up with anyway?" Snorting,he picked up his book and began to go through it again. Just to have it ripped from his hands. Eyes narrow slits,he glanced up to look at Dean. But he wasn't there. Instead,the coward was sitting in the opposite seat,mouthing the words 'It was nice knowing you' and pointing at the seat in front of his friend.
Slowly,Ty turned around. Facing him,little green book in hand,was Mick.
Mick was the 'popular kid', The quarterback,the leader,the bully. He went by many,many names. Most too horrible to even think about. But not evern Mick himself heard all these names. For only a kid with the wish to die would say it to his face.
Mick flipped through the work of art several times,and amused yet puzzled look on his face.
"What the hell is the point of this?" Blowing onr last puff of smoke out of his cigarette,Mick took the nasty yjinh out of his mouth and held it up to the book.
Ty's blue eyes widened and his jaw dropped. The masterpiece wasn't even his,but his brothers,Ben. The artist had gracesly lended it to him,so that he could show-off his siblings talent. And now,it was about to be ruined.
A sneer perched apon his 'perfect' face,Mick touched the lit end onto the book. Instantly,the delicate,soft paper went up in flames. But also Mick's hair. As he splashed some water onto the flaming,singer papers and let it fall to the ground,he turned forward.
"Now who's a loser," He mumbled before glancing up at the front mirror. Imediatly he leapt up,screaming in a high-pitched voice.
"My hair,my hair!"
The bus screached to a stop,and almost everyone turned to watch the football player scream his heart out.
Finally,the kid sitting next to Mick grabbed the water bottle and poured it onto his head. The water dripped to the floor,and a scowl appeared on the driver's face.
"What's all this about? Mick,were you smoking again?" Standing up,Mrs.Bailey stalked towards the back,right up to the soaking wet jock. She snatched up the pack,studied it,then seemed to hiss.
"You're suspened from this bus from now on,Mr.Sils!" Giving him the evil eye,she then went back up to the front and started the bus. It rumbled,then rolled forward slowly.
Mick slumped down into his face,a bewildered look on his face. Just the thought of his suspension shocked the 8th grader. Slowly,he turned his head in a desperate attempt to find someone who wasn't laughing at him. Unfourtenetly,Mick was just in time to hear Ty exclam, "Apparently still you!"
Rage clawed at his insides like a hungry beast. Without thinking,Mick swung a heavy fist at Ty's head. It hit the 13-year old square in the nose,and he was sent slamming into the seat.

OOC: I know it's not much now,but I will finish this! I've just been too busy with school and that stuff.
Okay,I've added a bit more. I hope everyone likes it!