BAD BUTLER

Chapter 4

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That guy turned around and left me without uttering a single word, walking to a bunch of guys who were waiting for him at the hallway, to the guy who called his name earlier.

So, his name is Travis?

Travis?

That name was somewhat familiar.

Of course! He's also the student of this school. Silly me!

I tried to remember his face. Somehow I knew his face. He was probably in one of my classes. I barely remembered some faces or names of my classmates. I suck at memorizing them unless we talked often.

Wait! Did he just leave me without apologize after he bumped and made me almost fell on the ass? Not a single word. Wasn't it rude?

Damn it! What was with him?

I shook my head then blinked my eyes twice in disbelieve.

Okay, no more time for arguing with myself about someone weird. He was only a shady guy who I barely knew. I need to stop this train of thought of mine as I had to talk to Mrs. Saunders and ran off from the school as soon as possible, slipping off to home. Furthermore Mom was waiting for me at home now.

I finally made my way to the office.

I hesitantly knocked the door and stayed still for awhile, waiting for the answer. Then I heard a soft yet strong voice came from inside the room, asking me to come in. I entered the room, carefully closed the door at my back. I looked around the room in awe. I was in the room which full of bookshelves and documents. Nevertheless they all were arranged neatly. There were also some beautiful ornaments which looked flawless as if no one dared to touch them. The walls were decorated with some marvelous paintings.

Wait! I know some of those paintings. Are they my Mom's paintings? Yeah, I'm kinda sure about this because I was by her side when she was painting them. But why does she has my Mom's painting? Oh silly me! Why not? My Mom is pretty well-known artist, of course it's not weird knowing other people have her paintings.

Then my eyes met a lady who looked as old as my Mom, sitting behind the varnished wooden desk. She was Mrs. Saunders, the principal of the school where I was attended.

"Miss. Webster?"

"Yes, Mrs. Saunders." I nodded politely.

"Please take a seat," she gestured for me to taking a seat on a chair in front of her desk. I listened and took a seat as she asked to.

"I'd like to say sorry for interrupting your time Miss. Webster," she said to me.

"It's okay Mrs. Saunders, I'm apparently in my free time now," I said as smiled faintly. I lied.

Seriously? No! I'm obviously not freaking free now! I am supposed to be in my car now, dropped by my house, picking my Mom up and drive her to the airport.