The Great Mystery Of Darwin Doore

02:"nice to see you again Miss Johnson"

chapter two:
"Nice to see you again Miss Johnson"
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"Miss Johnson, get off of that desk this instant!"

"Oh but where's the fun in that?" I retort to the overweight Chemistry teacher. Half of the teachers in this school are overweight. I have a theory that they all meet in the teachers lounge to eat the students who misbehave.

"Get down or I'm sending you to detention!" He says. His face is turning red, possibly from having to move and breathe at the same time.

I leap from one desk to another extremely gracefully. I would like to thank my parents for putting me into dance lessons when I was younger. "Oh no, not detention" I mock. My friends giggle from behind me.

"Oh you're right Miss Johnson not detention, the principals office. Go NOW!" he yells.

"Yes sir, Mr. Brinkley, sir," I salute him and hop off of the desk. All of my friends burst into laughter as I gather my things and march out of the classroom.

"Wait, someone needs to escort her. Do I have any volunteers?"

All I of the guys in the classroom raise their hand with the exception of one. Who would have thought that that is the exact guy Mr. Brinkley has chosen to escort me to my favorite principal.

"Aiden, will you please take Miss Johnson to the office please."

He quickly nods his head and awkwardly stands up. I roll my eyes and quickly continue my trek to the office.

"Hey wait up!" I here the awkward boy call out.

"No need, I know how to get to the office. I've been there on quite a few occasions."

"Oh believe me I know. I'm in all of your classes. I've seen every one of your out bursts. My favorite has to be random dance party in US History last month."

I laugh, "Yeah, that was one of my better ones." We take a left.

"How did you get the music to play over the innercom?"

"I have my resources young one," I laugh.

"Why do you do it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you cause trouble in all of your classes?"

"It's just what I've been doing for as long as I can remember. I guess you can say I'm a bad kid."

"I wouldn't say you're a bad kid. I'd say you're a misunderstood kid." We stop in front of the office door.

"Thanks, but really I'm just a bad kid." I say looking down and shaking my head.

"Whatever you say."

We stand there, just looking at each other. How have I never noticed this guy before? He's pretty cool.

"I should probably go in there," I say, finally breaking the silence.

"Yeah, good luck in there Quinn."

"Thanks, Aiden." With that I open the door and walk into what I asume will lead me to about a three day suspension.

I walk up to Susan, the lady at the front desk. "Hey Susan, how's the baby doing?"

"Oh she's doing wonderful, thank you for asking Quinn." She smiles.

I'm about to ask her another question when Principal Grayson walks out of his office.

"Miss Johnson, I believe you are supposed to be in here, not making small talk with Mrs. Croffin."

I sigh and walk past him into his office. I find my way to my seat. Yes it's my seat due to me being the one who has sit in it the most in one year.

"Nice to see you again Miss Johnson. But really? Standing on the desks? I really thought it would have been more severe than this."

"What can I say, I wasn't feeling to spontaneous today."

He shakes his head, "Well you know the drill, go to detention until the end of the day and then 2 hours after school."

"Really, that's it?" I ask. I really was expecting more than my usual.

"Would you like more?" He asks.

"No, that seems good," the bell rings," Now, may I go to lunch Stan?"

He sighs, "Go."

With that, I stand up and walk to the lunch room, waving good bye to Susan.

"Quinn!" I hear my friend, Joe, say. I turn to see him and the rest of my group sitting at our normal table.

"Hello comrades," I say to them.

Jess leans towards, "So, what's the punishment."

I laugh, "Just my usual, what else could you expect?"

We all laugh. "Did any of you get me lunch?" I ask.

"Of course," Joe hands me a tray of the schools poor excuse of food.

"Yeah I'm not eating this," I say looking at the slimy spaghetti.

"I'll take it," Joe says, reaching over to grab it but I slap his hand away.

"No, I have a better idea," I take the spaghetti I'm my hand and look around the cafeteria for my first victim. My eyes land on the back of a brunette head. Before I have time to think, I throw it as hard as I can. All of my friends laugh when it hits her in the back of the head. She turns around, making eye contact with me and I smirk. The guy next to her, Roman I think, picks up something and throws it back. Fortunately, I have the reflexes of a ninja and easily ducked out of the way. Unfortunately, it hit Joe instead. He takes his cupcake and smashes it in his hand.

"Food fight," he screams. Food begins to fly all over the cafeteria. This is what I'm talking about. I laugh when I look around to see everyone covered in food. That is until a taco finds its way onto my new white shirt. I curse a string of curses I didn't know I had in me. I pick up the next thing I can put my hands on and throw it as hard as possible at the smirking girl, but she ducks and it lands on our vice principles rusty red hair.

Well I'm screwed.