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Chapter Seven: Punishment
Disclaimer: Same as always.
I opened the door to see a man in his early 30's sitting in a chair and spinning around in it, it was Principal Reynolds. I had seen him before during the orientation on the first day of school. He had dark brown, spiky hair and what appeared to be grayish eyes. He sat amused with one those click pens that light up.
"So, Miss Bianca? Why did you beat up Taylor Campbell," He asked while he giggled at the pen as it lit up and made his face appear to be blue.
"Because, I wasn't thinking, and I thought that she told someone something that I didn't want them to know," I said truthfully admitting how much of an ass I was. A look of relief came over his face, after the light in the pen blew out. Apparently he wasn't too fond of the color blue. His amusement with the chair didn't stop as he began to spin faster and faster. Exactly what were they looking for in a principal nowadays? Someone who was fun and gave the kids a sense of comfort when they came in? If that was true, then coming to the principal's office wasn't a task filled with fear, yet again you get a sense of fear when Miss Caruso starts staring at you with her weasel eyes.
"Oh, well if you weren't thinking, then how come you thought that she told whatever this dark secret is," he riddled me. Mr. Reynolds didn't give you a sense of comfort; he gave you a sense of confusion. He was one of the adults who tried to keep up with the teenage trends so they'd be considered an adult you could relate to. I was pretty sure I didn't know any teenager who could relate to a crazy, pen clicking, chair spinning principal who liked to tell riddles and jokes. Oh wait, there was, Matt. "Can you please get to my punishment, Principal Reynolds?!"
"Please, call me Ben, all the other kids do. Why do you want your punishment so soon? All the other kids get at least an hour of riddles out of me, before I even discuss their punishment," he chuckled. This guy wasn't just confusing, he was plain annoying. He had all of this corny, dry humor he used as an excuse so he would make a spur of the moment punishment.
"Principal Rey-, I mean 'Ben'; I just want to get out of here as soon as possible! Please spare me the chit chat and get on with the punishment," I exploded, but did he notice? No, he was too busy with his exploration of a container of tic-tacs. Maybe if his corny humor didn't keep me here for over an hour, then maybe his obscure fascinations would.
"Oh, what did you say, Melina? I wanted to see if there were any green tic- tacs in the container full of white ones. See there's a contest-
"Just get done with my punishment and you can keep the next kid here for two hours!"
"Deal! Okay, Melina, since I feel you have some issues in the psychology department, I'm assigning you for three weeks with a peer counselor. You will also get four days of detention after school and one hour of help in the attendance office filing before school. Either that or you can have internal suspension for two days. Two days of staring at a wall and listening to our very own Mrs. Erickson degrade you by the hour. I'm assuming you'd jump immediately for the first one," he droned. I can see why he doesn't like to talk, he doesn't like to listen to his voice drone on and on, and quiet frankly, neither did I.
"Yes Principal Reynolds," I said obediently.
He then got a sheet of paper out and looked over it. He raised his eyebrow as he read it; he was a very weird man, but a very nice one nonetheless.
"You're in luck; we have one peer counselor left. Your peer counselor is Larry Tudgeman."
That's not who I was expecting, or wanted.
[A/N: I loved writing this chapter! It was just really, really fun to write. I hope everyone likes it. Please review, thank you very much!]
Chapter Seven: Punishment
Disclaimer: Same as always.
I opened the door to see a man in his early 30's sitting in a chair and spinning around in it, it was Principal Reynolds. I had seen him before during the orientation on the first day of school. He had dark brown, spiky hair and what appeared to be grayish eyes. He sat amused with one those click pens that light up.
"So, Miss Bianca? Why did you beat up Taylor Campbell," He asked while he giggled at the pen as it lit up and made his face appear to be blue.
"Because, I wasn't thinking, and I thought that she told someone something that I didn't want them to know," I said truthfully admitting how much of an ass I was. A look of relief came over his face, after the light in the pen blew out. Apparently he wasn't too fond of the color blue. His amusement with the chair didn't stop as he began to spin faster and faster. Exactly what were they looking for in a principal nowadays? Someone who was fun and gave the kids a sense of comfort when they came in? If that was true, then coming to the principal's office wasn't a task filled with fear, yet again you get a sense of fear when Miss Caruso starts staring at you with her weasel eyes.
"Oh, well if you weren't thinking, then how come you thought that she told whatever this dark secret is," he riddled me. Mr. Reynolds didn't give you a sense of comfort; he gave you a sense of confusion. He was one of the adults who tried to keep up with the teenage trends so they'd be considered an adult you could relate to. I was pretty sure I didn't know any teenager who could relate to a crazy, pen clicking, chair spinning principal who liked to tell riddles and jokes. Oh wait, there was, Matt. "Can you please get to my punishment, Principal Reynolds?!"
"Please, call me Ben, all the other kids do. Why do you want your punishment so soon? All the other kids get at least an hour of riddles out of me, before I even discuss their punishment," he chuckled. This guy wasn't just confusing, he was plain annoying. He had all of this corny, dry humor he used as an excuse so he would make a spur of the moment punishment.
"Principal Rey-, I mean 'Ben'; I just want to get out of here as soon as possible! Please spare me the chit chat and get on with the punishment," I exploded, but did he notice? No, he was too busy with his exploration of a container of tic-tacs. Maybe if his corny humor didn't keep me here for over an hour, then maybe his obscure fascinations would.
"Oh, what did you say, Melina? I wanted to see if there were any green tic- tacs in the container full of white ones. See there's a contest-
"Just get done with my punishment and you can keep the next kid here for two hours!"
"Deal! Okay, Melina, since I feel you have some issues in the psychology department, I'm assigning you for three weeks with a peer counselor. You will also get four days of detention after school and one hour of help in the attendance office filing before school. Either that or you can have internal suspension for two days. Two days of staring at a wall and listening to our very own Mrs. Erickson degrade you by the hour. I'm assuming you'd jump immediately for the first one," he droned. I can see why he doesn't like to talk, he doesn't like to listen to his voice drone on and on, and quiet frankly, neither did I.
"Yes Principal Reynolds," I said obediently.
He then got a sheet of paper out and looked over it. He raised his eyebrow as he read it; he was a very weird man, but a very nice one nonetheless.
"You're in luck; we have one peer counselor left. Your peer counselor is Larry Tudgeman."
That's not who I was expecting, or wanted.
[A/N: I loved writing this chapter! It was just really, really fun to write. I hope everyone likes it. Please review, thank you very much!]