Great

Great

They got me.

I was trying to make a run for it, but one of them caught me, and took me to the office.

I hate the office.

Everyone does.

Worst.

Place.

Ever.

They shoved me through the door, and I landed on my hands and knees.

"Wash your filthy hands" I muttered.

"Well, well, well, Isabella. What do we have here?" An oily voice greeted me.

"Well, chances are it's one 17 year old girl who was pushed through a door and is currently on her hands and knees on the carpet infront of your desk." I said through gritted teeth.

"Insolent little brat" He spat at me.

I heard him fumbling in his drawers for something.

Gee, I wonder what will happen now?

A/N: Like it? Sorry I didn't update all weekend, it wouldn't let me…but now it does =]