“Kings of the school.”  That’s what Josh and I loved to call ourselves.  It all started at the beginning of 3rd grade.  We came up with a brilliant idea.  Josh would sneak a peek at Kyle's test, tell me, and then I’d “psychically” read his score to him.  It worked like a charm.  We fist bumped as Kyle threw his test on the ground, growling, stomping, and pouting. The next day we came back as kings.  Word spread like wildfire.  People lined up to get advice from us.  We could trick kids into believing whatever we wanted!  It was the good life.  A king's life.
I could see Josh from miles away.  He looked like a deer in headlights with the neon Nike clothes he always wore.  He brushed away his brown hair as he pulled to a stop.  Planted on his face was a toothy we-did-it-again smile.  He held up the chocolate bar like a trophy.  I broke off a piece smiling.
“Good job Psychic,”  Josh smiled with a wink.  Earlier today, I “psychically” told Julie that her chocolate bar was poisoned.  The same chocolate bar that Josh and I were now devouring, like two kids on christmas morning.
“Wanna hit up the monkey bars”?  I laughed, wiping the chocolate off my face.  Josh shoved the chocolate bar down his pocket replying, “Let’s go.” So flying like racecars, fast and wild, we sped off to the monkey bars.
“Steven to the office please.”  My face turned red, as I took the walk of shame out the door and headed to the office.  This must be something about the psychic stuff, I thought, fear gripping me as if I were headed to my own execution.   What else?  I walked in the office, a nervous Josh sat in a seat, obviously avoiding eye contact.
“What happened dude?”
“Julie caught me eating the chocolate,”  Josh frowned, “Sorry dude.”  I shook my head.
“It’s fine man.” 
Tick!  Tock!  Click! Clack!  Nobody talked in the office.  The only sounds were the clock and keyboards.  Tick!  Tock!  Click!  Clack! 
“Come to my office boys,”  the principal said, waving us in.  I gulped. he was so tall, a giant,  towering over Josh and I.  His face was stern and he always looked so professional.  Black suit, jet black hair and glasses.  Hands shaking, gut churning Josh and I sat down, nervously eyeing each other.
No longer king’s, Josh and I walked back to class the next day.  We got many stares from our former customers.  It wasn’t a great life at that moment.  I didn’t like the pheasant life.