The Straight - Edge boy with the Pepsi Tattoo™

This is a story dreamt about. It is about a girl who runs away from England to a place of opportunity, America. But when she gets there things pan out really well. She then crosses paths with a boy but he isn't just a normal ordinary boy, he is special.


25. Principal's Office

I am currently outside the Principal's office and I have a whole family of butterflies in my stomach. Like the Gordian knot is in my stomach, as tight as can be. I flinch for a moment, and think to myself that it will give off a bad impression if I am getting into trouble on the first day of school. He may think that I'm a trouble maker when I am actually not that a bad a person. But this issue has to be addressed due to the seriousness of this misconduct and terrible treatment. 

I knock on the door and hear a voice say "Who is this?"

I answer "It is Alicia."

"Come in! We have been waiting for you." I open the door a jar and creep in silently. My heart is pounding, my knees are shaking and my head is spinning. I am being turned inside out by mischievous fairies and trolls. This was so unexpected and I can't believe that this has happened... on the first day! I didn't even do anything wrong, and now I am to be tried in a court - the principal's office.

"Now Alicia, I have heard that you have misbehaved in class and disobeyed Mrs. Worrall," says Mr. McCloskey.

"I haven't!" I exclaim. "I asked where should I sit because last year I wasn't here."

"Yes! You did that and how silly is it that you don't know where to sit! What kind of kid are you? One with a disorder?!" Mrs. Worrall shouts at me.

My face expression begins to look terribly angry; I start huffing and puffing; breathing heavily and I say in a deep voice "How dare you. I do not have a disorder of ANY type and I think you need anger management therapy because I shall now show these burns, scratches and abuse you have shown." I roll up my sleeves and expose my cuts and bruises. The principal gasps and I show him my back as well. I inform him about my other injuries in other places on my body and he looks exasperated. 

"Now, me and Mrs. Worrall shall have a severe talk. A job evaluation as we can't have THIS happening to our students. Now Alicia, you may go. Please do not spread what has happened with other students and I will inform your parents by coming to your house to have a special talk." says principal McCloskey calmly and collectively.

"But I live here on my own. I bought my own house and I have a job which gives me what I need to live on. I came to Chicago for a better life to escape life at home. So it is no good telling my parents as they are back in England. It isn't safe there." I explain to him carefully.

"Oh my. go back to lessons, there goes the bell! And I am here for you always, tell me when things are wrong and they shall be sorted instantly." I thank him and leave, running out of there to carry on the day.

On my way to the next lesson, I think that Mrs. Worrall's job evaluation will go like this:

Na, na, na, na.

Na, na, na, na.

Hey, hey, hey.

Goodbye!            Chorus X2


I smile and wink speed-walking to my next lesson.


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