"Take a seat, K.C. Your mother will be here shortly." K.C walked into Mr. Simpson's office. There a principal's desk stood in the middle of the room with two chairs on one side facing one giant red armchair opposite them. Awards and achievements lined the walls glimmering as the sunlight shone in from the side window. A giant gray cabinet was in the corner with five draws. Each draw had specific letters of the alphabet on them and K.C. knew what that was for as soon as he saw Mr. Simpson heading for it.
K.C. pulled out a chair and sat himself down. He was staring blankly at the armchair. Mr. Simpson placed a file onto his desk and took a seat as well, adjusting his tie as he did. He folded his hands and let out a small cough before speaking.
"Look, K.C., I know you have been good for the majority of the year. What happened?"
"Nothing, nothing happened. Those drugs aren't mine."
"If something was wrong you could have gone to a teacher or Ms. Suave or –"
"There's nothing wrong with me, but being stuck here for something I didn't do." K.C. slammed his hand on the desk. Mr. Simpson jumped a little, seemingly startled at the abrupt outburst.
"Do not raise your voice with me," Mr. Simpson said sharply.
K.C. looked outraged. "Is this all one big game? My mother was messed up and now so is the kid?"
Mr. Simpson was taken aback at that comment. "K.C, no one is bringing your personal relationship with your mother into this. I'm just trying to get to the bottom of this."
"The bottom line, Mr. Simpson, is that I was framed by –"K.C. stopped short and took a breath. If he said anything about Eli, he'd have to explain the motive behind Eli's possible desire for revenge. He hushed up and let the silence fill the office.
"You were going to say something K.C." Mr. Simpson asked.
"Forget it. You wouldn't believe me anyways." K.C. crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair.
Mr. Simpson was about to speak when K.C.'s mother entered the room along with the leader of K.C.'s group home, Mr. Walker.
"Thank you all for coming. I'm sorry I don't have enough chairs but I'll-"
"I'll stand," K.C said using any excuse he could to deflect an attitude at Mr. Simpson. His mom took a seat in K.C's chair while Mr. Walker took the other.
"Now what is going on here?" asked Ms. Guthrie.
"Well as I said over the phone Mrs. Guthrie-"
"Ms. Guthrie," she said correcting Mr. Simpson.
"Sorry, Ms, Guthrie, but K.C. as I said on the phone, is here for a drug bust."
"A drug bust?" both Ms. Guthrie and Mr. Walker gasped.
"Ms. Guthrie, Mr. Walker, we take drugs in our school very seriously. We do not want any trouble in Degrassi whether it is among our faculty or our pupils."
"Quite understandable," Mr. Walker agreed.
"Do you have evidence this is even K.C's so called drugs?" Ms. Guthrie chimed in.
Mr. Simpson sighed. "Well, Ms. Guthrie, they were found in his locker."
"And what rights did you have to search my son's locker?" she struck back.
"If any student sees or hears something we have the right to investigate," Mr. Simpson retorted.
Ms. Guthrie clapped her hands together and eyed Mr. Simpson. "And you'd say this student is a reliable one?"
This was turning into a heavy interrogation. Mr. Simpson tried to hide the fact that he was slightly intimidated by Ms. Guthrie. Mr. Walker shifted in his chair, feeling how uncomfortable the atmosphere in the room had gotten.
"Yes, quite reliable. He hasn't got into any trouble from what I –"
"Oh so that's how you judge students; favoritism and if they're a bad seed?"
Mr. Simpson twiddled his thumbs and tried to reason with Ms. Guthrie. "Ms. Guthrie, of course not, we're just trying to get to the bottom of this."
"I know my son and he's not some druggie your school pulled from the street."
"I never once said –"
Ms. Guthrie stood up and pulled down her shirt which had risen slightly above the waist of her pants. She leaned towards Mr. Simpson. "I think we're done here," she snarled.
K.C. watched astonished at how his mother easily made Mr. Simpson regret ever bringing him in here. The room remained silent. K.C glanced at Mr. Simpson who seemed horrified, Mr. Walker who appeared to want to say something, and his mother who was raging both inside, and out.
"I have something to add."Mr. Walker started off. "Whether our not the sources of this student was reliable, it did prove to be true. There were drugs in K.C's locker and as the leader of the group home, I'm sorry to say K.C. but, I must reevaluate if you are even trust worthy enough to stay there. "
K.C's sudden sense of happiness vanished just as fast as it had arrived. That only meant that Mr. Walker was considering his mother as a potential guardian.