I stood in front of his office door, deciphering if or if not should I enter his office. I could just turn back right now and walk away and be all rude or I could just go in there and put some sense into that grizzled head of his.
I opened his office door and walked in slowly. "Mr. Clarke, I'm so sorry. I don't..." I was about talking but he interrupted me.
"Shut up and sit down Davis," he said.
I did, I shut up and sat down. My heart was pounding as twice than usual.
What is he going to do to me? What punishment is he going to give me? Or am I going to be suspended?
The vague thoughts baffled me.I don't want suspension, I can't bear missing my escape plan. I can't bear staying at home like I did the last time. Laverne Maddison Lotts will definitely make me the slave of day.
"What is going on with you?" Mr. Clarke asked me. He looked directly at me.
Should I tell him the truth or should I not? I can't bear when people know my life story or maybe I can give him a glimpse into my life or maybe not.
"Mr. Clarke, I'm sorry I'm always late. The traffic is the reason," I lied.
Yes I did. I couldn't tell him the truth, I swear I couldn't. I don't want my parents to look bad. Of course they're at their worst at all times but they're trying in their best way they could.
"It's always traffic Davis, when will it be something different? Do you know the teachers are complaining about your delinquency?" Mr.Clarke looked at me for answers.
Something different you say, okayyyyyyy, let me give you something different.
"Mr. Clarke, to be honest, my mother is really sick and there's no one at home to help her. I'm the only one there and I can't help seeing her suffer like this," I formulated another lie but this time, dramatically.
Thank God I took acting practices, so these tears wasn't hard to come by.
It convinced Mr. Clark right away. I saw the remorse on his face. I've finally beat the monster. He he he!
I never thought he had a heart but today speaks otherwise."I would've given you a suspension but hearing this, is sad. You can go to class and from today, you won't be punished for coming late and whenever you have a makeup, just come straight to me," Mr. Clarke said.
Did he really say this or are my ears deceiving me? Lie is good though. I think I should be lying often.
"Thank you Mr. Clarke," I said and walked out.
He he he! Now you got a taste of Mackenzie Drells Davis lies.
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