My Mistake

Chapter 2

I knocked on Mr.Jackson's office door although it was open. He looked up from his computer and gestured to me to come in. 

"How may I help you?" He asked his tone almost sour.

"Uh, Sasha-Kaye told me that you wanted to see me."

"Are you Rihanna Sayers?" His voice sounded stern and scary.

"No. I'm Vikki Anderson."

"Ohh." He suddenly smiled and got up taking an envelope off the printer. "You know, one thing I hate more than anything else is working with students who get in trouble constantly." He started pacing while tapping the envelope on his hand. "But you are the odd one out, not because I like you, but because you are the only one that can help me."

If I say that I'm not confused, I'd be lying. What exactly did he want me to do? More importantly, why was I the only one that can help him?

In answering the question I had asked in my mind he continued, "You will be the caretaker for the transfer student coming next week Monday."

"Why me?" I sounded very disrespectful, (which I regret wink wink).

"Oh don't think that I wanted you to do this, I really don't, but I don't have a choice seeing that you have a similar schedule to that of Mr.Waite, the transfer student, so you are the most suitable. Also three of your teachers recommended you because of your work. They say you are focused and hardworking which I find hard to believe."

I ignored his insult because I knew that talking back to him will only risk getting myself in trouble. He handed me the envelope he had in his hands.

"Anything else you need to know about your assignment is in here. Do.Not.Lose.It. You can go now." He gestured to the door and sat back down.

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"No, what?"

"No, I'm not going to look after no stupid transfer student or whatever."

I dropped the envelope on his table and was about to leave the office when he spoke.

"Listen, Violet,"

"It's Vikki."

"Right, Vikki. I didn't ask if  you wanted to do it, I simply told you that you are going to do it. So take this file and kindly leave my office."

Oh, I'm leaving your office, just not with this envelope.

I turned to the door once more and he spoke. Again.

"Not even a word? So disrespectful Vikki."

"Sir, I'll be late for class."

"You all don't know that you'll be late for class when you are roaming the hallways looking for someone to pick on. But since you fear being late for class, take this envelope without argument and leave. Now."

I turned and took up the envelope and sighed.

"Good. Now bye."

Pic above: Emma