Chapter 11 - Confrontation
It was that time of day that I had been dreading the most. Since yesterday, when I found out exactly how I would be punished and how I would be spending my breaks, I had been dreading every single break there was. I lazily trudged to the head boy's office. I had finally been able to find my way around most of the school now.
I knocked lightly twice on the wooden door. I heard Manfred's voice yell, "Come in", so I pushed the door wide open and paused next to it.
"Ah, Anderson, sit down." He ordered with a sly expression. I slammed the door behind me with more force than I intended. I could have sworn I saw him laughing as I went to sit down on the chair opposite from Manfred.
"So what's the verdict?" I asked casually.
"You'll be missing your breaks and doing jobs for me, oh and you've got detention." He replied with a sly smile, "You can start by writing out the rule book again, it's getting quite old and tatty."
He handed me a very large, old book with the words, 'Bloors Academy Rules'. I stared at it with my mouth wide open. Did he expect me to write out the whole book? That would take weeks!
"Erm…Do you expect me to write out all of this?" I asked, waving my hands in front of the ancient book. I bet it was as old as Ezekiel Bloor.
"Well, duh."
"But it'll take weeks!" I complained.
"Well you better get a move on then!" and with that, Manfred left the room, shutting the door behind him.
I considered making a run for it, I doubt he locked the door, but I'd get in even more trouble. Oh what the hell. Who cares? I am not writing out a whole book of rules again.
I looked around, making sure nobody was watching, though there obviously wasn't. I was alone in this room. I ran to the door and hastily turned the handle and pulled. It wouldn't budge. Again I pulled the handle, rattling it ferociously.
Unbelievable.
That jerk locked the doors! Did he seriously think I'd try to escape? As if I'd even tr-
Oh wait. Never mind. I stood by the door, scanning the room for something to pick the lock with. That was when I noticed the window. I hurried across the room to the window and gently pushed it open. Woohoo! It was quite stiff but it opened enough for me to squeeze through. I looked down and gulped. It was very high, but maybe I could make it.
Hang on. This wasn't me. I wasn't the risk taker. I wasn't the one to throw tantrums or escape detention through a window. And I certainly wasn't the one to jump out of it. I've been the normal, quite shy girl. The one who got straight A's and never got in trouble. But ever since I came to Bloors, I've changed.
I sighed, as I slammed the window shut and leant against the wall. It was freezing in here. Have they ever heard of central heating? Maybe I should make a start with the Rules Book. I glance out of the window. Suddenly, an idea hit me.
Or maybe I'll just leave it. After all I was the risk taker. I laughed silently at the title. Why didn't I think of his before? I hadn't used my endowment since the incident that doomed me to my personal hell. I didn't really have much control over it. At least I didn't think I did.
I opened the window once again and stared at the ground. I slowly closed my eyes and focused on what I wanted to do, blocking out everything else. I moved my hands up and towards me, as I felt a tinge of power.
When I opened my eyes again, I found a small block of earth hovering above my palms. I grabbed hold of it and clenched my fists, concentrating on the shape I wanted it to be. I unclenched my hands and stared at the key lying on my palm. It worked. I darted back to the door and slammed the key in the keyhole. It was a perfect fit. I twisted it until I heard something click.
This key might be useful later on. I slipped it into my pocket, before pulling the door open.
Oh crap.
There standing right in front of me was the devil himself, Manfred Bloor.
"What are you doing?"
"Hehe." I chuckled nervously, "I was just…erm…" I couldn't think of an excuse.
"Escaping?" He suggested. Did he read minds?
"Well…"
"How did you even unlock the door?" He asked.
I wasn't listening, though. I was too busy estimating my chances of running for it. I got to say, they weren't that good, but I guess it was worth a try.
"Oh my god! What's that?" I yelled, putting on my terrified face I used for acting. I pointed to my right. I made a run for it whilst he turned the direction I pointed.
"Haha. Sucker" I muttered, as I ran down the corridor as fast as I could. I had just reached the end of the hallway, when a strong pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist and tugged me back.
"Let me go!" I wailed. We were already back inside his office.
"Now, I need to go get something, but I will be back very soon, so don't try anything, okay?"
I didn't answer.
"Can I trust you not to escape again?" He asked, pronouncing each word slowly as if I were a 6 year old.
"Yes!" I yelled exasperated.
He opened his mouth to say something, but quickly snapped it shut and left the room. I rolled my eyes and decided to explore his office. He had a large bookcase full of books. Most of them were the classics. Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility and loads more. I picked up my favourite classic book, The Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I might ask to borrow this. There were some more modern books on the bottom shelves of the bookcase, but most of them were the really old ones I couldn't stand.
I went to go sit back down in the chair, when something on Manfred's desk caught my eye. It was someone's file. I flipped it open. There was a picture of a girl paperclipped in the corner and a lot of sheets of papers inside. I looked closely at the photo. It was…me? Why did Manfred have my file? The file slipped from my fingers and back onto the desk at the sound of footsteps.
"What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously before I managed to sit down
"Nothing." I replied too quickly. Manfred eyed me warily before sitting down in his chair.
I sighed as I started to write out the Rules on a clean sheet of paper. A few minutes passed and I was already bored.
"Manfred?" I whispered. I half hoped he didn't hear me. I didn't want to ask what I was about to ask but I sort of felt I had to. He looked up and stared at me. Woohoo, he heard me! (Note the sarcasm)
"Erm…That night…the reason I'm in here" I paused and took a deep breath.
"Well…Olivia said you carried me to my bed and that you kissed me!" I blurted out.
"What?"
"I know, it's stupid right?" I tried to laugh it off.
"Yeah…stupid."
"It was probably just some random guy…" I muttered, but it sounded more like I was trying to convince myself rather than anyone else.
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