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CHAPTER ONE !
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"ah Jayce Ocean," the secretary says pushing her black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose "What a surprise" she mumbles typing away on her computer, walking to the other side of the room jayce drops her bookbag to the floor and sitting in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs in the sad looking main office. waiting for the principal to talk to her in his office, she picks at the skin around her nails, bouncing her leg up and down.
"ah jayce of course," the principal says with a sigh "Step into my office" Fixing her blazer she grabs her bag and steps into his office, "have a seat," He said pulling the chair out for her, before sitting in his own. "ok let's see" listening to him tapping away on the computer she looks around the office that she's been in more times than she can count.
the diplomas on the sad dark gray walls, the dictionaries, old novels from 1870's to now, and encyclopedias, covering the dark brown bookshelves talking up a whole wall, the school rules taking up space next to the cork board by the door, the two cream corduroy arm chairs by the ceiling to floor windows with sad beige curtains on them that show the front of the school with wilting flowers from the cold fall air sitting in a brick box that goes along the stairs, the sign that has a black plate with the words 'Cambridge Academy' it big gold words out front that can be seen as soon as you walk in. slouching more in her seat she lets out a big sigh
"jayce it says here that you hit another student in the middle of class," the principal asks reading off the screen, continuing when he receives a nod from her "and when asked to go to my office you yelled 'im going any way you stupid f-ing b-word' before slamming the door" looking the principle in his eyes jayce shrugs her shoulders giving a half-assed smile not caring for what she did.
"jayce this is the twenty fifth time you have been called into my office and the school year just started," he says resting his hand on his desk in a criss-cross way showing genuine concern for the girl's behavior "I'm going to call your mom right this second and set a meeting with her to discuss your behavior" dialing her number into office phone he waits for her to pick up, after a few awkward seconds of waiting for a response, jayce speaks up "she won't answer"
