Tell Me All About It
Risty just happened to be walking along the hallways the next day when she saw Kelly. He did not look to well. "Principal Kelly? You don't look so good. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong Risty," Kelly sighed.
"Now that's not true," Risty took him by the arm and maneuvered him into an empty classroom. "You shouldn't keep these things bottled up. Come on now, tell me!"
"Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine," Kelly said.
"Nothing except the monsters popping up everywhere, Mr. McCoy is terrorizing the school, the vending machines exploding every other day, the earthquakes, the Superintendent breathing down your neck and the possibility of a teacher's strike," Risty said casually.
"How did you know that?" Kelly yelped.
"I have my methods," Risty said smugly.
"Oh I don't know what I'm going to do!" Kelly looked like he was going to cry.
"There, there," Risty comforted him by patting him on the shoulder. "Now why don't you tell me all about it?" She sat down across from him. She seemed to have a look that tried to be helpful but was more a look of sadistic glee on her face.
"Risty, I know you think that adults have it easy, but being a principal is a very hard job," Kelly sighed.
"I can only imagine the strain you must be under," Risty said in her most sympathetic tone.
"You have no idea," Kelly moaned, putting his head in his hands. "I mean it's hard enough with normal troublemakers and budget cuts, it's even harder with troublemakers like the Brotherhood and those Institute kids, and it's nearly impossible with all the other stuff going on! What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? I'm not a bad guy! Really! I'm not! I like people and little animals and birds! I give to the poor. I try to be nice to everybody. I like being a principal and helping children. So why am I constantly tormented? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?" He banged his head on the desk.
"Oh pooooor Principal Kelly," Risty said in a concerned tone. She patted his shoulder and handed him a tissue. "There, there…Now blow your nose," He did so. "I know it seems hard, but cheer up! No problem is so big you can't overcome it." The bell rang. "Of course it's not my problem. Oops! That's the bell. Gotta go to study hall and talk to Rogue to see where the parties are this weekend! Maybe we'll just hang out and listen to records. Simple carefree teenage stuff. Oh well I'm sure you'll work it out! Bye!" She skipped out of the room.
Kelly could have sworn that seconds later he heard the sound of maniacal laugher ringing through the halls.