Disclaimer: I do not own Recess!
Spinelli Woods, Esq: Yep, name tags are the disgust of the universe at our school! Things get a whole lot worse, so keep reading!
angel9220042004: Oh yes , Prickly is VERY evil, and he gets more evil as time passes by...as you'll notice!
A.L. Nowicki: I know, I feel bad about having Mikey die, but he didn't really fit anywhere in the story line. Hope you keep reading!
Chapter Five: Armstrong, We Hardly Knew Ye
"And she made you pay five dollars for it?" Gretchen asked Vince when they were all in Kelso's after school. "That seems highly unethical."
"Tell that to Principal Prickly," Vince frowned, sipping on his milkshake. "He made the stupid rule."
"Seems like Prickly's been making a lot of rules around here," T.J. brought up. "He's the one who won't let us have our cords and now he's making us pay extra for new name tags and lanyards! What will he think of next?"
THE NEXT DAY—FIRST HOUR
During their first hour class, the seniors were surprised to be called out to the auditorium for a quick meeting with Principal Prickly. Relieved by the fact that they were missing their Algebra class, they were a little uneasy at meeting with Prickly.
"Wonder what he's got up his sleeve NOW?" Spinelli muttered to T.J. as they sat side by side in the auditorium.
Prickly was standing behind a big podium and waited until everyone quieted down before he started his "speech".
"Hello, kids, it's nice to see you all again, face to face," he told them, looking at T.J. for a long while before continuing. "I just first of all want to congratulate you on making it this far. But mainly, I want to know what your expectations for this year's graduation. Where do you think you'll have it at?"
"At Armstrong Auditorium, like the past four year's graduating classes," Sammi told him from the front row.
Prickly chuckled before continuing. "Yes, that is a dandy place for a graduation isn't it? Unfortunately, that's NOT where your's is going to be."
A shocked gasp spread across the room. Not at Armstrong Auditorium? Where else could graduation be held where there was plenty of room for all the guests? Sammi and Hustler Kid exchanged a look before she asked,
"But, sir, if we don't have it there, then where are we going to have it?"
"Why, here, in this auditorium of course," Prickly answered casually.
"WHAT?!" everyone yelled at the same time.
"But my whole family isn't going to fit in this puny building!" Ashley Armbrewster protested, getting similar remarks from the other Ashleys.
"Will you all please calm down so I can explain?!" Prickly ordered as the whole building echoed with arguments. "I understand, I really do, it's just that I feel graduation should be held at our own school for a change."
"But sir," T.J. began, standing from his seat. "Not everyone can fit in here. It's more sensible to have it at Armstrong, where all of our families can be comfortable."
"Detweiler, I have my reasons, so listen to them, all of you. Armstrong is outside the county lines, meaning we shouldn't even be over there to begin with. Besides, having at another school seems so disrespectful to Ronald Reagan High. It makes more sense to have it here than anywhere else."
The kids started arguing again, but Prickly silenced them by slapping his hand hard against the podium. "You kids think you can get everything you want, in your way, but I'm sorry real life isn't like that. Go back to your classes and I don't want to hear anything about this."
He walked towards the exit, mumbling something about how his hand hurt and started rubbing it. The kids were in shock. This was starting to turn into the worst year ever!
Dun dun dunnn, now they aren't even going to have a decent place for graduation! Geez, what's this dude's problem? Don't ask, I don't even know what OUR principal's problem is, and she's getting worse! Plz review!
Spinelli Woods, Esq: Yep, name tags are the disgust of the universe at our school! Things get a whole lot worse, so keep reading!
angel9220042004: Oh yes , Prickly is VERY evil, and he gets more evil as time passes by...as you'll notice!
A.L. Nowicki: I know, I feel bad about having Mikey die, but he didn't really fit anywhere in the story line. Hope you keep reading!
Chapter Five: Armstrong, We Hardly Knew Ye
"And she made you pay five dollars for it?" Gretchen asked Vince when they were all in Kelso's after school. "That seems highly unethical."
"Tell that to Principal Prickly," Vince frowned, sipping on his milkshake. "He made the stupid rule."
"Seems like Prickly's been making a lot of rules around here," T.J. brought up. "He's the one who won't let us have our cords and now he's making us pay extra for new name tags and lanyards! What will he think of next?"
THE NEXT DAY—FIRST HOUR
During their first hour class, the seniors were surprised to be called out to the auditorium for a quick meeting with Principal Prickly. Relieved by the fact that they were missing their Algebra class, they were a little uneasy at meeting with Prickly.
"Wonder what he's got up his sleeve NOW?" Spinelli muttered to T.J. as they sat side by side in the auditorium.
Prickly was standing behind a big podium and waited until everyone quieted down before he started his "speech".
"Hello, kids, it's nice to see you all again, face to face," he told them, looking at T.J. for a long while before continuing. "I just first of all want to congratulate you on making it this far. But mainly, I want to know what your expectations for this year's graduation. Where do you think you'll have it at?"
"At Armstrong Auditorium, like the past four year's graduating classes," Sammi told him from the front row.
Prickly chuckled before continuing. "Yes, that is a dandy place for a graduation isn't it? Unfortunately, that's NOT where your's is going to be."
A shocked gasp spread across the room. Not at Armstrong Auditorium? Where else could graduation be held where there was plenty of room for all the guests? Sammi and Hustler Kid exchanged a look before she asked,
"But, sir, if we don't have it there, then where are we going to have it?"
"Why, here, in this auditorium of course," Prickly answered casually.
"WHAT?!" everyone yelled at the same time.
"But my whole family isn't going to fit in this puny building!" Ashley Armbrewster protested, getting similar remarks from the other Ashleys.
"Will you all please calm down so I can explain?!" Prickly ordered as the whole building echoed with arguments. "I understand, I really do, it's just that I feel graduation should be held at our own school for a change."
"But sir," T.J. began, standing from his seat. "Not everyone can fit in here. It's more sensible to have it at Armstrong, where all of our families can be comfortable."
"Detweiler, I have my reasons, so listen to them, all of you. Armstrong is outside the county lines, meaning we shouldn't even be over there to begin with. Besides, having at another school seems so disrespectful to Ronald Reagan High. It makes more sense to have it here than anywhere else."
The kids started arguing again, but Prickly silenced them by slapping his hand hard against the podium. "You kids think you can get everything you want, in your way, but I'm sorry real life isn't like that. Go back to your classes and I don't want to hear anything about this."
He walked towards the exit, mumbling something about how his hand hurt and started rubbing it. The kids were in shock. This was starting to turn into the worst year ever!
Dun dun dunnn, now they aren't even going to have a decent place for graduation! Geez, what's this dude's problem? Don't ask, I don't even know what OUR principal's problem is, and she's getting worse! Plz review!