The chair clawed
Noisily against the ground
As the student pushed it back.
With a smirk like a wolf's grin,
And a jaunty wave towards the fuming
Teacher,
He headed down the dim hallway
Towards the Principal's Office.
He was greeted with an
Exasperated sigh
From the secretary
And a hand waving him to go on through
The thick wooden door.
Another cheeky grin
And then quite suddenly the
Principal was seated stonily
In front of him.
Needless to say,
He wasn't greeted cordially.
But instead with a frown
As deep as the ocean,
And eyes burning like fire.
Axel, the worst student ever,
And definitely familiar with the
Fading plaster walls of the Disciplinary office,
Waited quietly
For the heavyset man in front of him
To speak first, the smirk still
Confidently on his face.
Principal Gallo
Continued to grimace, much
Like a lion irritated by a
Rambunctious cub.
Sitting on his wooden throne, he
Finally opened his mouth to speak,
His tie straightening itself in importance,
As if to sneer at Axel's grungy,
(Definitely not school regulation)
Outfit.
"Mr. Kouen,"
He began.
"You have been a horrible influence lately-
Skipping class, refusing to do homework, starting fights-"
"Yeah yeah." The rowdy redhead interrupted,
Yawning boredly and tapping
His fingers on the creaky
Wooden chair,
Causing a rumbling noise
Which made it seem like the
Chair was purring.
"-AND showing a
Lack of respect for your elders."
Principal Gallo glared.
Axel Kouen yawned again.
The chair continued purring under
Axel's tapping fingers.
"What are we going to
Do about this,
Mr. Kouen?"
5:45 and Axel stretched, finally
Leaving detention.
He wasn't entirely pleased
With the results of his
Talk with the principal,
But who cares about detention?
A couple hours spent in a
Cell-like classroom…
It was just time to waste,
Pretending to do your
Assigned work,
While really doodling
(Pictures of Roxy, of course)
And listening to music
On a hidden red MP3 player.
But the obvious rule
Of every single school
In existence
Is
'What the King decrees,
The peasants achieve.'
And even Axel knew
Better than to
Directly
Pick a fight with the
'King'.
Besides,
Axel smirked.
'The pen is mightier
Than the sword'.
He would get his revenge
Another way.
He snickered.
Boy, would his Lit.
Teacher be surprised.
His heavy winter coat wrapped
Securely around him,
Axel grimaced,
The frigid winter wind
Biting his nose and slapping
His aching cheeks.
Winter was definitely
NOT his favorite season.
In fact,
It could be said that he
Loathed it with hatred as
Fiery as Hell's Endless Inferno.
Honestly, summer was so much better.
Those freezing flakes that persisted in
Blowing into his squinted sea green eyes
Were totally overrated.
He had no idea why
Other people
Liked them so much.
Finally he made it to the
Building he called home,
The doorbell chirping brightly
As usual
Before he remembered
That no one was home.
His bare hand closing
Around the icy doorknob,
Axel was just about to let himself into
The dingy house
When the wind tousled his
Spiky red hair,
And grabbed his scarf, running away with it.
Axel cursed explicitly and
Took off down the slick street,
Chasing after his fleeing
Woolen winter gear,
Falling flakes blinding him
And causing him to slip.
His witty letter of
Awesome retorts was,
Rather regrettably,
Going to have to wait.
His perfectly planned retaliation
Was on hold.
All the trouble he was
Going to cause
Was being put off.
Axel had a runaway
Scarf to catch.