In Trouble [hiatus]

Chapter 12 // Trouble's my middle name, sir.

The horrendous growling sound of the speaker rang through my ears.'Sorry for the interruption.' A lady spoke through and then paused for a moment.She continued,'Miss Scarlett Anderson,please report to the principal's office immediately.I repeat,Miss Scarlett Anderson please report to the principal's office immediately. Thank you.' And with that there was silence.

I spoke too soon about the silence, I guess?

Whisperings and hushed voices were wrapping the atmosphere of my classroom like a blanket. A rather uncomfortable blanket.

My math teacher, Mr.Underwood,the teacher to get me detention on my first day here, frowns at me,more like scowled at me,probably signaling it was time for me to go.

'I guess I'll see you later then,Izzy.' I sigh.He nods understandingly. I get up from my seat and everyone's heads turn towards me,not like it wasn't before.As I walk past Mr.Underwood, he scowls at me like I'm a piece of garbage. Well,right back at ya,you monster. But of course I didn't say that out loud. I just give him the glariest glares of them all and shoved the classroom door open and made sure that I banged the door shut as I was leaving.

As I make my way towards the office,my phone's vibration in my pocket stops me.

I see one new message.I click to open it.

Quite an entrance you performed there,Cupcake.

A smile makes it way onto my lips as I read the text from Izek.

I reply back.Haha! Thanks! Well, he sure knows how to piss me off!

My phone screen lights up again.

Hehehe! Bye gtg! ;)

Oh no.

I really hope that he's not caught texting.I make my way towards the principal's office not even dreading the thought -I'm going to he principal's office- how joyful! I reach the front desk and the lady behind it speaks up with a smile.'Miss Scarlett Anderson, I suppose?' I nod.'You can go in,dear.' I smile,'Thank you.'

I walk towards the dark wooden door with the words PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE printed on it.I reach out my hands and knock thrice on the door.

No answer.

I could hear a faint voice from the other side of the door.Maybe he was on the phone.So I slowly twist the handle and slightly push open the door and pop my head into the room.

And there he was.My 30-something year old principal.Oh and if you're wondering,he's really good looking for a man his age and like I guessed he was on the phone.'May I come in,sir?' I ask,politely.He motioned me to come inside,still on the phone.I nod in reply and get in.'I'll call you back later.' He spoke into the telephone's receiver, softly.

'Have a seat.' He said and gestured towards one of the three chairs in front of his desk.'Sure.' I sat down.Now let me tell you about my kinda young principal. He had dirty blonde hair,styled to be more specific. Not a suitable hairstyle for a principal I know but the younger the principal the better,right? Because I feel he can relate to us,teenagers much more than some bald,old dude.He was of course wearing a suit. A dark one with a striped blue tie.He was definitely not single because he looked too good to not be in a relationship.Actually, he got recently married. He is a really sweet and a nice man and I respect him.He's totally the opposite of my previous principal, Mr.Jacob.You spell Jacob just like the spelling,not like the usual J-A-Y-C-U-B pronunciation.