"They're ready for you."
"Not for long."
"I'm sure they'll like you, I'm miss Bishop by the way."
I smile. "See you around miss Bishop."
She nods and I slowly rise, walking towards the large door at the end of the hallway. When I reach it I'm about to stroll in when miss Bishop calls out. "Don't forget to knock child!"
Sighing I rap my fist twice against wood and wait. "Enter." An extremely nasal sounding voice calls from inside.
"God could you be any less stereotypical?" She looks the exact image of a posh school headmistress.
She sits watching me over her glasses from behind her desk, a permanent haughty look glued to her snotty face. Her hair pulled back in a tight, severe looking bun, that sits at-top her head like a cheap, plastic crown, the grey colour of it matching with her loosely hanging blazer.
"Could you be any ruder?" She demands, her face a picture of arrogance.
"With you? I am definitely considering it."
"And English too, what a disgusting country that is."
"Aren't you lucky it exists or you might be speaking some kind of gibberish."
"That country is distasteful."
"And That makes this country inedible."
"Do not offend America."
"Do not offend England."
"Don't answer back."
"Ok. I'll start the conversation."
"No."
"What? You told me not to answer back. So I'll just start the conversation instead and then you'll be the one answering back. Happy?"
"You just earned your first detention."
"And you just earned another bad point, Santa won't be visiting you this year."
"Oh don't be childish."
"Oh don't be boring."
"You are infuriating."
"Infuriatingly awesome. Yes I am."
"You're looking for a way away from this school now aren't you."
"Wow. Psychic much?"
"It's pronounced psychotic."
"I had no idea."
"You are extremely irritating."
"It's pronounced *amazing."
"Now you're just being ridiculous."
"Ridiculously sublime."
"Will you stop?"
"Will you stop?" I imitate.
"Your detention is now spread across the whole of the weekend, have fun."
"No presents for you." I smirk.
"No home clothes for you."
"No me for you since I am heading towards expulsion." I sing, overjoyed.
"Now see here young lady, nobody has ever been expelled from this school, and you will not be the first. Your mother wasn't so nor will you be."
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I'm Not Weird I'm unique
Teen FictionHe saw someone as broken as him and all he wanted to do was fix them, to take away their pain, to make them happy, to complete them. He saw the good in himself reflected in her soul, he didn't see someone broken, he saw someone strong enough to carr...
