Creative Writing Assignment

(Unedited) Chapter Three

TW: Cringy, bad. Sexual Harassment?

When I stopped crying Mrs. Peterson gave me another tissue to blow my nose in, and then we started walking again.

"Thank you, Mrs. Peterson..." she could almost hear my gratitude. I could tell by her expression, we both smiled and walked onward. Before I knew it, we made it to Principle Johnson's office. I knew Mrs. Peterson wasn't going to follow me in, she's scared of Mr. Johnson. Some of the other students believe this silly rumor that Mrs. Peterson went to school with Mr. Johnson, and he bullied her.

Frankly, I didn't want to talk to principal Johnson, he was annoying and he would always make me repeat myself more than necessary. His hearing is so bad, he can't hear me when I say 'hi' in an empty hallway. I only entered that horrid office because I had no choice. When I entered Principal Johnson's office all I could think was 'this is a pigsty!' There were empty cans of god knows what piled in recycling can next to his filing cabinets, on his desk was messy paperwork as far as the eye could see, and not just messy papers on his desk it was all over the place! His filing cabinets were so full you could barely close them. "Hello Mrs. Hawkridge..." an old throaty voice echoed the room as you walked inside. Mr. Johnson was old, maybe in his late sixties, he was shorter than the top of his filing cabinets too, and had almost no hair so he wore a toupee.

"Principal Johnson..." I didn't make eye contact, too much of a risk.. his mentally unhinged stare is too much to handle...

"Mrs. Hawkridge why don't you tell me what happened in the bathroom?" I didn't look up at him, I couldn't.

"Sir, it was Kade... I found him, but I was too late..." my voice again trembling, I continued. "H-he was d-dead sir..." I look up to see Principal Johnson's expression... His jaw dropped. He was surprised yet also heartbroken, he had lost his only son. The only one he had left. His family was dead now.