A/N: Okay, I'm working on 2 Shining fics at the same time, but this one will be done before the other one. Because this one's on my mom's computer and the other one's at my dad's. Okay, here's my RETARDED disclaimer.(Because if I don't put it Stephen King will find me and rip my guts out.)

DISCLAIMER!---I do not own the shining. Well, I own a copy of it, but not copy rights. and I don't own the Overlook hotel. You all know that. I hope.

"Shut the fuck up you retarded pig of a boy! No one cares and they never will!" The angry voice hit Curtis so hard he almost collapsed on the floor. "Mr. Torrance, are you okay?" Ms. Karen asked him. "No. Can I be excused to the nurse's office?" he told her. She handed him the pass. "You can finish the report tomorrow, Mr. Torrance, if you must leave. If not, please come back so we can hear the rest of your report on the Overlook hotel," she said to him as he grabbed the pass from her. He made extra sure that he stroked the top of her hand when he grabbed it. Ms. Karen was his favorite teacher. Not because she was hot and single(well, kind of), but because she was the only teacher that would actually sit with him and explain his math to him.

His math teacher, Mr. Wallancer, told him the first time he asked for help that he(Mr. Wallancer) knew Curtis was nothing but a failure and he would never get a good job using the math he was learning. Ms. Karen saw Curtis writing a note about what Mr. Wallencer had said and reported him. Nothing ever happened. So Ms. Karen took Curtis under her wing(her beautiful, smooth, cherry blossom scented wing) and taught him the math he didn't get. Now Curtis was at the top of the class. That showed Mr. Wallencer.

'Oh God, I feel sick.' Curtis thought as he rushed down the hall, trying not to get sick. "Hey you!" a booming voice yelled from behind Curtis, "Where's your pass?" the voice asked. Curtis held it up, still walking. Then a hand grabbed his shoulder and twisted him around. It was Mr. Wallencer. "Mr. Torrance. Where are you going? And why did you smart off to me?" he spat in Curtis's face. "I didn't smart off to you. And I'm about to be sick." Curtis told him in his calmest voice before throwing up all over him.

CURTIS'S POINT OF VIEW!

"Mr. Torrance, I hope you know this is three days of detention, right?" Mr. Wallencer told me when we were sitting in the nurse's office. "What! For throwing up on you!" I yelled. "Mr. Torrance, please calm yourself, " the nurse said as she walked in. I did. "Now Principal Stone is coming up here to talk to you to schedule your detention days. I've contacted your mother to let her know to come pick you up. She'll be here in fifteen minuets." With those final words, the nurse, and Mr. Asshole. left.

Mr. Stone sat at his desk, going through my papers. "Uhm…Interesting…Hmmm….." Were the only sounds he made for the first five minuets before he looked up at me. "Well Curtis, your record's quite good, actually. This is the first detention you've ever received, correct?" he asked. "Yes sir." I responded. "Well, I guess I should explain why you're getting detention. Throwing up on a teacher isn't such a bad offence, really, but it's extremely disgusting. That's why if you're about to be sick and a teacher stops you in the hallway, you have to tell the teacher you're going to be sick. Before they find out on their own. But in your case, you didn't know, so I'm giving you a half day of ISS, okay?" he asked. I nodded. "Good! I'm glad we got to spend this time together, Curtis. " Mr. Stone told me before getting up. "Wait," I said. He looked at me. "Yeah, Curtis?" "We didn't make a sound that whole conversation, did we?" I asked. Mr. Stone got down to my level. "Between you and me, we didn't." he told me. "Between you and me."

A/N: You like? I'll update tomorrow, okay! R&R!R&R!