Street Fighter

I'm not your princess

As I seated myself down in the Head's office I prepared myself for a lecture and expulsion. I looked a pretty sight, blood streaming down the side of my face, covered in dirt, bruised knuckles and a swollen ankle.
Once the Head had seated himself he looked over at the girl who was still standing to my right and I watched as his face softened into a look of concern and care.
I cocked my head, my brain was still fuzzy from the fight. I looked at them both with confusion in my eyes, why wasn't he upset yet?
Laughter resounded throughout the room as the Head caught onto my confusion. He had a deep, hearty laugh and his whole face broke into a smile.
I didn't know who this was, the Head I knew was always serious and monotone. With a grin gained by knowing something that somebody else doesn't he looked at me.

"She is my daughter," he said simply, "thank you." In that instant I can assure you my jaw dropped, if I hadn't have been sitting up straight it probably would have hit the ground.
The girl I stood up for and 'saved' was the Headmaster's daughter, this means I may have a chance, I might not be expelled and cast out of sight without so much of a chance for any words of defence to leave my mouth.
"You are dismissed" said the Headmaster, standing up and ushering me to the door. I stepped through the door and out into the main reception area and he stopped me.

Looking back at his daughter and then to me again"she means the world to me, I cannot thank you enough. But this school still has a reputation to uphold so try not to make a habit of it" he said winking at me as though we shared some deep secret.
"Oh, and you might want to get that cut looked at by the nurse" he said looking as though he was squirming on the inside.
I couldn't blame him, I knew I looked terrible and there isn't many people who wouldn't be squeamish around a person with a cut on there cheek that was streaming blood out.
Smiling at him and hoping that I was coming across too creepy I said "its okay, I'm used to it." "Yes, yes, of course" he muttered under his breath as he walked back into his office.
I chuckled as I turned around to leave, grabbing a bunch of tissues from the desk as I left, ignoring the receptionists protests and slight green tinge.

Holding my head high I strutted out of the office, most pleased with myself and my efforts. "There is my little princess" a sickly smooth voice cooed from out of sight.
Spinning around I turned to face the voice I had grown to hate, "I'm not your princess" I said my stomach turning as I spoke. I knew who it was, they didn't belong here. They didn't belong in my life anymore. They shouldn't have returned.

"Hello little sister"