Zira, a star student, was blamed for "improper language" towards a teacher (the teacher deserved it ). With that, making her tally 3 for disrespectful behavior, she was sent to the principal's office (the dreaded one). Due to her not being the only...
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"Turn your books to page 145" said Ms. Dewinne.
The class followed as instructed, except for me...
How could I turn the page if I was sleeping on my desk..?
I mean it's not my fault she gave us tedious homework she didn't even grade.
"Ms. Beaux " she said walking up to my desk, as I layed gracefully on it.
"....What...?" I answered, half conscious. A beat of silence passed by as she stared at me in pure revolt. "See class this is a prime example of imbecile behavior" she said turning towards the class. "Not only does she just sleep in class, she also writes in her little book of hers.." she says throwing my personal journal on the floor. "It's not my fault your class is boring.." I mumble.
"Say that again so all of the class can hear... Ms. Beaux " she said, challenging me to say it, knowing she'll write me up if I complied. But frankly, she was going to write me up either way.
"I said....It's not my fault your class is drier than your pussy" I belt out so the whole class can hear. "But then again...you keep it wet for Mr. Williams..." I say finally reaching a state of consciousness. Realizing what I just said, I look up at Ms. Dewinne's face, and trust me I was crying trying not to laugh.
The class looks directly at me while Ms. Dewinne says, " You adolescents are so rude and disrespectful....". She then walks over to her computer and says, "Thanks to your loud mouth classmate... I will need a 10 page essay about how hormones can affect adolescents' thinking and actions". Everyone groans, and one guy whispers to me, "You just had to say something...".
Shit
"Ms. Beaux....
I'm charging you with a 3 point penalty...
therefore...go to the principal's office...
and do not return to my classroom with an attitude like that one again.." says Ms. Dewinne.
That's not fair... One guy cursed her out last week and he only got a slap on the wrist- literally. I guess she has favorites....
That's how I arrived outside the principal's office
I sit down in one of the plush seats, and pull out my journal to write. The clock ticks...and ticks.....and ticks.. until the familiar sound of a door opening gets my attention.
A girl appears out of the room, with a few bandages on her left arm, and a sour facial expression. She sits in a chair, one chair over from me, and pulls out her sketchbook. She starts to draw what looks like...
bugs
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW-ABSOLUTELY NOT - WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DRAW BUGS I SWEAR TO GOD THAT'S NASTY THEIR SO- "It's rude to stare..." she says as she stops her pencil from moving, interrupting my mental nauseousness.
Still revolted by her drawing those....creatures... I mutter " Well...maybe I think you're interesting.." shit..that sounded like a flirt . She pauses, and says, " Trust me...I'm not...".
"Well then let me stare at your uninteresting-self " I say in defiance.
Her face then grew a slight blush to it...it's kinda..cute...Now that I think about it...why is she kinda--
"Ms. Beaux" calls the principal's assistant, interrupting my train of thought
I stand up, and without a goodbye, or even a glance, I leave the waiting room and enter the principal's office. I sit in the chair across from him, and wait for his response to me entering his room.
"Let me ask you a question Zira..." he says with his authoritative voice. I nod as I look into his eyes of pure anger. " Why is this school the best school in the city?" he asks. "Because of the funding I presume.." I say as I look up at the ceiling. "Wrong" he says as he gets up to look out the window. grown man by the way . "It's due to our students being so well behaved..." he says as if he's doing a villain's monologue. not true.
"I have gone through 15 STUDENTS today, who are just as ignorant as you-"I'm not your therapist buddy " I give you all detention after detention after detention...and it never works..." he says looking down."Maybe try some pot...it'll sooth your tension" I say sarcastically as I change positions in my chair. A spark lit up in his eyes, and he says, "Perfect Idea". finally.
"Alright bucko...I guess it's time for me to head out of theol- scolding box" I say trying to exit the office before he gives me his life story. Whew...
That took so much longer than what I imagined. I head to my next class, and continue my school day as normal.
During the last 30 minutes of class though, the intercom comes on. It's strange...he already made the announcements this morning....
The principal then says, "Dear students and faculty...I'm so deeply rejoiced to have made a new program, or what the hip people call, a club..
for all of the troublemakers,
disturbers of class,
and the naughty naughty...runners of the mouth
called,
The Adolescent Arboretum Club!
For those in need of guidance and calmness in their life!
To those who have talked to me today, you ALL are in it, so congratulations! Anyways...I won't spoil too much of the learning fun...but you all must come after school to the club...unless you are automatically expelled.... Have fun..." The intercom then turns off.
