The gory truth

chapter one

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Chapter One: 

I watch as the secretary types away at her computer. She types quite fast for her age. I would imagine that by now she would have carpel tunnel in her wrist or arthritis in her fingers. After having been in the office so many times, I have figured out that she types to a tune. If I can recall correctly, it's an extremely fast pace version of Bonnie Tyler's "Total Eclipse of the heart." I find it slightly comforting, coming in here and being able to listen to the familiar tune. 

Finally, I here Principal Pratkin call, "Miss Anne, you may come into my office now." I pull my bag up to my shoulder and head into his office. I have noticed, over the frequent visits here, that there is a certain fragrance to this room. I only just now can figure out that it's the smell of frebreze trying to cover up cigarette smoke. I know this smell well because my parents do it at my house before I come home from school. They don't want me to know that they smoke, but I've seen the ash trays. If I wanted to, I could use this to black mail the principal. No one, including the principal, is allowed to smoke inside. And I just caught him breaking the rules. 

I enter his office and put my bag down beside the chair that I'm sure by now should be formed to my butt. I sit down and stare him down, also smiling. I'm sending him a silent message that I know a secret of his. He is a stern looking man; bald and extremely tan. He isn't that old, but the students that like him, which are most call him old man, but he doesn't seem to mind. But if I were to call him old man, I would be in huge trouble. And teachers say they don't play favorites. 

Principal Pratkin, or P.P. as I refer to him as, coughs and starts his lecture and whatever else he is going to say. "I highly suspect that you know why you are here." As a matter of fact I do. I talk back to teachers when I don't think that they are correct on a certain subject. This comes up a lot in Biology. I happen to not believe in evolution, and every time I correct her, she sends me to the office. I just shrug it off every time, and my parents know that I don't believe in evolution so they are fine with it. But that could just be an act. I mean, most parents like their kids to share their opinions, but when it gets them sent to the office so many times they get a detention, they're going to start getting disappointed and say that it's just talking back. P.P. continues. "And so I hope you know that this is the final straw. You have just done this too many times now. I have no choice but to suspend you." 

I wasn't too surprised with this choice of action. I have been a handful to him and the teachers here. He has no choice but to get rid of me so that he doesn't have to deal with me anymore. I know I am dismissed now, and get up after picking up my bag. I stand proudly as I walk down the hallway to get my things out of my locker. I grab my binder out of there and all of the things that I used to decorate my locker. The rest of the things in my locker were textbooks, so I decided that if the teachers wanted their books then they can come to my locker and grab them themselves. This is the first school that I have been suspended from, but it's not like there was much here that I really liked. 

As I walked down the front steps of the school, I raise my hand as well as my middle finger and point it in the direction of the school. It doesn't take me too much time to get home and when I do, my parents are surprised to see me, though they shouldn't. "Hey," was all I said before I head upstairs to my bed room. I can see them look at each other before they start following me. I only have time to set my bag down on my bed before they start asking me questions. They were asking so many that I decided to stop them by raising my hands. "Ok. I'll tell you. I got expelled from school because I speak my mind to the teacher. I told her, again, that I don't think that what she's teaching is correct. So she sent me to the office like usual. Only this time, it was the final straw. If you're disappointed in me, then I'm sorry. I never meant to get suspended. I guess, I took speaking my mind a little too far. Don't worry, I'll try and find a new school that's not too far away so that I can walk there." I look at my parents and I can tell that they are disappointed.