Chapter One: Meetings and other pleasant greetings...

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'Khan, pay attention!' Shouted the head mistress.'

The head mistress was a middle aged women with skin that hugged her bones so badly that you could trace her skeleton through her pale skin. She had matted blonde hair that was cut uneven just above her shoulders, from which hung a long black dress, that was meant for her to look sophisticated and purposeful but just ended up making her look like an escort to a lousy millionaire. Mrs. Freeman was harsh and abusive towards her students and very often did not get on with any teachers who went against her style of teaching, beating the shit out of people who do not understand things the first time around, this often lead to harsh words in the office and sometimes teachers would get fired if they were persistently annoying to her. For a tyrant, she had very little support within the school but parents and inspectors both love students who consistently get high grades and always attend classes, the inspectors and parents would never investigate further on the increased amount of bruises and cuts.  It is most likely because she payed them off. 

Khan sighed heavily and stopped rocking on his chair, still slouching he cocked his head to look at the mess that was running this school. Khan knew full well he could do a better job at running this school than Mrs. Freeman, besides being caught cheating on her husband by various students, she has had countless abuse claims brought up against alongside some ASBOs. To be honest the only reason why Mrs. Freeman still has any power in the school is because she has a way to keep people quiet, often by under the table payment.

'Sorry Mrs, I was just pondering on how much I cared and realized I don't.' Khan responded in a deep but sarcastic tone. 

'Give me one good reason why I shouldn't exclude you, boy?' She replied her pitch increasing as it went.

'Hmmm...' He said purposefully dragging out his response 'All the messed up shit that goes on under your watch would be my first reason, your countless affairs second and your criminal record third.'

'Fine. You get off this tim-'

'You said that the last fifteen times beforehand.' Khan quickly interrupted 'I wouldn't waste your time finishing your statement, it would be like all your other bullshit you say and do.'  A smile slowly cracking across his face in his normal smug and senseless fashion.

'God fucking dammit boy, this is for real, if you fuck up one more time I will send back to whatever shit hole you originated from, you piece of shit.'

By the end she was out of breath from all this shouting but despite her best efforts Khan still slouched with a twisted half smile smothered on his smug face. He reached into his top blazer inside pocket and pulled out a silver Zippo lighter with a black dragon decal and a packet of cigarettes. From here, despite Mrs. Freeman's silent protests, he lit a cigarette and slowly filled the room up with cancerous mist to replace the heavy set tension. After about five minutes of Khan silently smoking he put out his cigarette on the desk inline with all of his other cigarette burns from previous times he had lit up in here, often to dispel the built up tensions from his and Mrs. Freeman's heated discussions. Khan stood up and was half way out of the door when Mrs. Freeman spoke in a drained voice.

'I'm being serious I don't want to see you in here again, Khan.'

Khan just chuckled as he left, what a pathetic piece of shit, thinking she had any power over him. Khan had been really careful when it came down to what he did and with who and where, he never let himself get caught doing anything that would allow anyone gain any lean way against him, something Mrs. Freeman could do with some education on, maybe he will teach her one day. But then again no, she deserves to crash and burn for everything she has done to this once great and easy going establishment. Now her tyrannical reign of terror has forced the school into an autocratic mess with any form of debating being suppressed by her various methods of control and abuse of the system.

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