Change

Change (continuation)

-A continuation of the story-

The man stared at the principal quizzically. Steve answered slowly, as if to choose his words very carefully. With the position he was in, he would need to, the principal thought to himself.

"Sir, I know you have a sort of hatred for children..." He said, looking like he was trying his best to hide an abhorrent expression, but it was slightly slipping. The way Steve spoke to the principal, it seemed that he was treating him like he was on an erroneous path. But the principal knew better, these sordid children played an aberration of innocence. The principal on the other hand, had nothing specious to tell, it was all the truth.

"It would be most appreciated if you would not pretend as if you understand all that is going on in my mind. You don't see the fallacy of what you are saying. I do not hate children; I only want to see them obey the rules. The two of us just have different methods of going about it." The principal explained, his tone admonishing that he should not go any further. Steve obliged the principal and went back to his original topic.

"Death for students is at an all time high, and the parents are starting to become angry with the school. They're asking for more precautions, and demand that we ensure their children's safety."

The principal seemed to almost ponder on the subject, but then replied with an expected answer, "Enforce more disciplinary officers, I believe having more children be responsible for children is what this campus wished to see." Steve nodded his head, and reluctantly left without another word, but he seemed to abhor at the principal's lack of concern. Not matter, what he thought meant nothing. He turned to the window in his office that was on the left of him. At first his eyes merely grazed the courtyard that all the young teens surrounded themselves in, looking somnolent, for they were only allowed to be there in the morning, but there were always a few rebellious. Some would dare to break the rules of the principal.

Quickly, though, he spotted a group of kid encircled around two boys who were fighting. One was landing a barrage of blows successfully, while the other seemed to cower, and threw limp punches. The ferocity of the fight grew, and the boy who was at an advantage, seemed to grab a hold of the other boy. It all looked blurry, but not enough so that the principal couldn't make out what was going on. The group of kids around the two seemed to tighten and now fully obscured the principal's vision. He now knew what the weaker boy's fate would be and had lost interest.

The principal had other matters to attend to, starting with these rumors of a full fledged rebellion, just rumors, of course. But he couldn't let his superiors think he was incapable of handling such a small school. The upper associates of the education system seemed to be pleased with his hard fisted attitude towards children. Physical punishment was made legal for a reason. Though not all teachers did it, the principal encouraged it, and allowed it without hesitation, even if the student had done nothing wrong. The principal simply enjoyed the look of fear on a student's face. He also knew a probable suspect for spreading such rumors around. Well "he," wouldn't get away with it, and he would punish him severely. He now had his own little gang and was quite a nuisance. He had been causing trouble for quite some time, had dropped out from school, but still hung around. He had many followers, much more than any other gang, and they had the most organized plans the community had ever seen towards the school. Instead of petty spray paint and short outbursts.

The principal picked up the phone that was on his desk gingerly. He dialed a number to a classroom, 409, he recalled faintly. A voice answered after three beeps.

"Mrs. Allen speaking," a woman's voice asked.

"I need you to send up a boy named Caleb; I believe he's in your class during this hour." The principal said.

There was a short pause, but then the woman answered and said, "Yes, he here, I'll send him up right away."

"That would be wonderful, thank you so very much." The principal said with sinister kindness. He set the phone down and smiled to himself. He didn't even know why he was smiling. The window again called to him, so the man looked, and what he saw was unbelievable. There, huddled around the dead boy, along with several medics, stood the problem.

The dictator made haste and left his desk and zoomed out the door. When he opened it, Caleb stood in front of the dictator, who towered in size.

"You stay right here. I've got business to attend to." Then he walked hurriedly past Caleb in excitement, mumbling to himself. He didn't hear him say, but Caleb whispered.

"So do I, so do I."