Lost And Found...

                                                                Lost and Found

“Can Mimi Clouse report to the main office immediately, the headmaster would like a word? That is all.” Said the anonymous voice through the speakers, which hung on the ancient walls of Southcott High.

Mimi Clouse was scared of Mr McHale the headmaster because of his beady eyes that watched you like a hawk over his long crow like nose that also held his thin, grey and crooked spectacles and not to mention his deep set wrinkles that made him look billions of years old. But to add to his overwhelming ugliness he wore an old, tired, brown blazer with dark red and yellow buttons that had been stained over the many years with coffee, pen ink and jam from the many doughnuts that he stores in a large wooden desk draw, his trousers were meant to be cream but over the past 30 years had turned into a hideous brown and had been stained with urine looking and smelling like it had never been in contact with a washing machine.

As Mimi stepped into the dark gloomy room, holding her breath, that had lingering smells of stale sweat and rotten food she shuddered. She could feel the tension in the room as if someone was behind her, watching her, making her feel uncomfortable and she knew perfectly well who it was.

“Clare Farry has told me you stole the missing Football Championship Cup that our school won last year. Is it true?” Mr McHale said in a deep and booming voice.

“No sir it isn’t true. I didn’t steal anything, you can check my locker and all of my pockets but you’re not going to find anything!” and at this point Mimi had put her hands over her face and started to cry.

“You don’t sound so sure. I am going to make sure you didn’t steal it by getting the janitor to search through your locker.” Mr McHale was gradually losing his temper but he wasn’t allowed to show it so instead he told Mimi, in his calmest voice, to leave his office and get back to lesson.

Mimi left the office in a mood that said to people ‘leave me alone or I will bit your head off’. As she was slowly walking down the corridor determined to be even later for lesson she heard the sound of high heels and giggling. Turning around just in time she twisted Clare’s arm up her back because she knew what Clare had in mind for her. Clare was the school bully who always wore her bright blonde hair in a high ponytail and looked good in whatever she wore; her uniform consisted of the shortest black skirt that one could get their hands on and some pink and blue badges on her purple blazer and black knee length socks. She always saw Mimi with her back against a wall so she thought it would be funny to see her get stuck to it with a little addition called super glue. In her mind, Mimi struggled to be free of the wall, she could hear Clare chuckle, “Ohh, nice relationship you have going on there. Don’t want to get in the way of you two love birds.” And with that she and her clan of copycats ran to their next lesson.

In the middle of the next lesson, which coincidentally she and Clare had together, Clare asked Mimi what she did. Like she didn’t know!!!!

“So little Miss Perfect got told off did she? What did you do this time, blow up the school science block or poison a cafeteria lady?” Clare chuckled at her thoughts and Mimi shook her head.  “No, then what did you do?”

Mumbling Mimi told her what she supposedly did. Clare knew what she ‘had done’ because at the time Mimi was being told off Clare was behind the door listening in on the conversation and struggling not to laugh or wet herself, but trying to see what was going on she persuaded her clan to prop her up so she could see through the tiny window above the door which wasn’t easy because Clare wasn’t the thinnest girl around.

Back in lesson the rumours had already started like wild fire. One about her hitting a teacher, another threatening the head about his death coming sooner than expected. But the truth was in Mimi and Clare. Mimi knew she had the courage to tell the truth despite the fact that The Bully could kill her and she knew Clare would only tell the lies that made her look good. God she hated backstabbing, boyfriend stealing and jerk faced Clare flamin’ Farry!!