Just a descriptive short story I wrote for English... I hate that teacher... This wasn't what she was looking for but it was what I gave her. :3


The soft tapping sound of pencils was everywhere. It was all I could hear. It was close to making me fall asleep until I heard the horrible screech that told everyone there was going to be another annoying announcement.

"TSUKIKO AIZEN, COME TO THE OFFICE NOW." There wasn't any feeling of dread in my gut. This happened often. My dad was the principal. If he wanted to talk to me for any reason at all he would just call me to the office.

I sighed as I stood up from my wooden desk and walked thought the large empty halls to the much smaller office. I looked at the secretary waiting for him to tell me to go to my dad's office. The secretary was Mr. Cifer. He had messy short jet black hair, pale skin, and unnaturally green eyes.

"So, Mr. Cifer… What am I here for?" I asked as I normally did.

Mr. Cifer looked up at me with his usual indifferent glare. "Go to the principal's office, Ms. Aizen." He didn't show any emotion that I could see.

"Any idea why my dad wants to talk to me about?" I found it easier to talk to my dad if I know what he wants.

"No." Another one word answer. I was used to that from Mr. Cifer. I gently shrugged of the bad idea that I was in real trouble and walked into my dad's office.

"I didn't do anything… I think." That was my normal response when I didn't get any before hand warning. There was my dad sitting behind his large desk. He had dark brown wavy hair, brown eyes and thick glasses. Yep, no one could say that we weren't related, because I had the same features.

My dad smiled gently. "Is that so?" I began to feel worried. "Tell me, Tsukiko, what haven't you done?" Ah, oh. He knows.

"My English homework." I looked down at the dull carpet. 'I'm in trouble now.' I thought to myself.

"For how long?" His voice wasn't stern, but it wasn't soft ether.

I sighed and looked back up at my dad. "For a month." He raised one thick eyebrow. "That's it! I swear!"

"I know." He quickly wrote something down in his blue planner.

My jaw dropped and my dark brown eyes went wide. "Then why did you make me confess!" I pointed at his neck as I questioned him.

He laughed just a bit. "Because it's easier to talk to you when you know why you're in trouble." The smile on his face was a smile that only I couldn't believe.

I sat down on the soft maroon chair that was right in front of his huge desk. "What are you going to do?" I continued my questioning. "I know! I'm getting detention!" I nodded to myself and my thick dark brown hair bounced up and down.

"Nope!" My dad's voice sounded very happy. My heart sank. I could feel impending doom. "You're grounded." There was the doom.

I wasn't completely panicked. It's not like I had much of a social life anyway, but that made me pretty mad. "What! That's not right! Here you are not my dad! You are the principal! You can't ground me here!" I jumped out out of the maroon chair so fast that it fell to the ground and made a medium sounding thud.

"You'd rather me wait until you get home, after soccer practice, for me to tell you?" He raised a dark brown eyebrow as he asked me this question.

"YES!" I didn't think before I answered. "Wait! No... I don't know!" I held my head in confusion.

"You may go now." I looked up and glared at my father. I didn't even pick up the maroon chair on my way out, but I did shut the wooden door. Well that's how life goes. It wasn't this bad when I was in middle school. Of course my dad wasn't the principal there.