Metal Kingdom

34. The Toxic Waltz

The Toxic Waltz-Exodus

"Not that I don't enjoy our talks but I'm getting tired of seeing you in my office Francesca." Dean Swanson had spoke as Frankie plopped down sluggishly in a chair in front of her desk.

"Tell me about it." She mumbled to herself. Another fucked up interaction happening over Skip and Hunter landing her in trouble yet again, go figure.

"I know from other students and faculty staff members that this is involving you and Skip Hoffman again. That you were witnessed screaming obscenities in the hall at him."

"I didn't start anything Dean! I swear I'm trying to steer clear of him but he won't leave me alone."

"I know Miss Sullivan."

"You do?" Frankie raised a brow at her.

"I haven't had to call you in here or have had any write ups since your last incident involving the two boys. It just so happens you find yourself in here on the day that Mr. Hoffman returns to school. I will say that doesn't seem like a coincidence to me. But with that being said I still can't have you berate and fight with another student in front of the entire school without any consequences this time."

"How long?" Frankie knew exactly where this was going.

Frankie had been sent home for the rest of the day and giving the choice of an in school suspension for a week or serving her time out at home. She chose to do the latter. Not wanting to be around anyone else for a while. It was the best idea for her to avoid anymore fights. A well deserved break in her eyes.

The Dean wanted her to be a part of a school extra curricular activity as another form of punishment, basically as community service. Letting her remain on the prom planning committee seemed punishable enough for her. She was allowed to come to the meetings at school still during that week. Prom was now fastly approaching and there was still so much left to do.

One Week Later- Week of Prom

"What the shit is this?" Frankie asked in anger as she held up blue tulle material from a box.

"It's uh, the table runners you ordered." A young nerdy junior, Fred Kelly, squeaked out. He was scared shitless of her impending wrath waiting to unfold.

"Nooo, I ordered royal blue tulle. This is fucking navy! Tell them to take it all back, we won't be paying for it." She threw the material back down.

"And get me my damn royal blue!" Frankie called to Fred as he ran away as fast as he could with the box.

Lisa started clapping as she walked closer in the gymnasium.

"Glad to see you're taking your job as head of the planning party committee very serious." Lisa walked over and laughed to Frankie. It was good to see her so involved with something 'normal' for once since ballet.

"Yeah well, it can't exactly be a starry night theme if they keep fucking up my decorations." She didn't really care that much but it was nice to have something to put her full focus on. She got to miss her first four classes today trying to get everything prepared to transform the gym for Saturday. And let's face it she can be a total control freak so it was the perfect environment right now for her to be in.