Baby Girls

"Emma Scone come with me."

The bell rings and I sigh, really not wanting class to start. Dad and I are arguing.

"No." I say.

Students start to file in.

"Yes." He says.

I slam my hands down on my desk. "No dammit!"

"They've been rude. I'm staying in here and writing referrals."

"You are not giving my students referrals."

"I'm principal, not you. I write referrals."

"They're more mine than they are yours." I snap.

"How?" he asks.

"Because I fucking teach them! You just boss them around."

"I don't care." He crosses his arms.

"Dad." I groan.

"Yes." He says.

"No!"

We keep going back and forth until the tardy bell rings and I look up.

"I think you realize I'm more stubborn than you are because I get it from Mom. We both know who's going to win this fight. Every second you argue with me is every second you take away their education."

"I can fire you."

"And then I'll just go back into the FBI and arrest you for arguing with a federal agent."

He glares at me for the longest time. "You're so impossible." He says.

"Leave." I reply.

Sighing, he turns around and walks out the door.

I open my mouth to explain why we were arguing when eight students raise their hands. Katie comes in late, panting.

"I'm sorry. I overslept."

"It's fine." I look down to mark her tardy. "This is your third. If I was a bitch, I'd mark you for it and give you the detention and absence your supposed to have, but you didn't really miss anything except for me arguing with my dad, so I'm not making you."

"Thanks." She says. She puts her bag on her desk and then pauses. "I just um... wanted to apologize for telling everyone about your fight with Mr. Scone. It really wasn't any of my business and I should've kept my mouth shut."

"It's okay. I was upset for a while, but then I decided I don't really give a shit about what you guys think you know because you're all wrong anyways." I shrug.

"I'm sorry too." Another girl says, and then everyone starts apologizing.

I smile. "Guys, really, it's fine."

I take off my blue jacket because it's warm in here with the heat on.

Today, I'm dressed in heels that look like boots, black stockings, a white skirt with black flowers, a black shirt sleeve shirt, and my blue jacket and white scarf. My hair is down.

"Wait, you told your Dad you would go back to the FBI?" a guy, Jason asks.

"Uh," I start, doing attendance at I speak, "Yes, I said that."

"You were in the FBI?"

"Yeah, I was." I say, checking the last person as present.

"That's awesome." He says. "What can you do? Have you ever killed someone?"

"Um, no, I haven't killed someone, I have been shot, I can fight, I know how to work a gun, I can hide emotions, and I can read body language like a children's book."