The Trail To Happy

Chapter 4

As I was being marched into the room with my hands behind my back I saw the most unbelieveable sight. There was Dr. Grimmsley sitting in the room, not Raechel, sitting in the metal chairs in the office lobbey. I tried to avoid eye contact because I thought he would be ashamed of me. My gut turned as I took a 'casual' look over, he was staring straight at me. I looked him dead in the eys and he smiled.

He had an unusual smile, but it was a nice smile. It was kind of crooked and it somewhat only revealed his top teeth. He had kind of larger canine teeth...no this isn't a vampire story. Sorry ladies reading this.I smiled back, a little smile, and looked forward.

By now, the principal was talking to Dr. Grimmsley about my outburst. This is when his face fell. He took a glance at me and eyed me up. The principal went on and Dr. Grimmsley took of his glasses and listened intently. He looked better without his glasses.

I sat there with my hands in my leather jacket pockets. My headphones were still around my neck, somehow Morgan hadn't ripped them off. The principal wasn't looking at me and the teachers were gone to start classes so I slipped on my headphones. Passion Pit was again playing, this time it was "Swimming in the Flood", perfect timing iPod!

I sat there for about 20 minutes, which is when the principal gave me a glare and I removed my headphones.

"Jasper," he said in a slimy voice (I mentioned I hated this man?)," your behavior was unexceptable today. For fighting with your teachers and actually hitting them, in a normal school, that would be an expulsion. But, taken into effect that you have a mental disorder, we'll give you a week long suspension."

"Excuse me, " I piped up, this was a risky move, "you're always telling us here to try and help eachother and I was trying to help Morgan, so if you would punish me for this, wouldn't it be hypocrisy?"

"No, because my word is law young man."

"No, the law's word is law."

*Smack to the face*. In a normal school, he would be fired, but this isn't a normal school, so he can deal with us how he wants.

"NO!" he said (you can tell he's angry, right?), "we'll call Morgan's uncle if anything goes wrong, you aren't her legal guardian are you?"

"Well---"

"No you are most certainly not!" (this was obvioulsy a rhetorical question).

I sighed, this was terrible. I wouldn't be in school and If Morgan had another breakdown they would have to call her uncle, who lives like 50 miles away. He got up and went into a back room, while me and Dr. Grimmsley left the building about as fast as we could. I stopped right at the door and remembered I left all my stuff in my locker.

"Umm, Dr. Grimmsley," I said," I have to get my stuff from my locker."

"Oh," he said," Ok, I'll come with you in a moment, I have to have a little chat with this saucey fellow."

I shrugged and walked out, but ran over to the window and peeked in. I couldn't hear anything, but I saw it all. Dr. Grimmsley put both his hands on the desk and tried to talk calmly to the man, but he would have no part in it. Dr. Grimmsley himself got outradged and started screaming and yelling at the man while making wild hand gestures. He grabbed a snow globe from the desk and slammed it to the ground yelling and pointing. I laughed. Then Dr. Grimmsley pulled out old faithful, the middle finger. The principal just looked at him in disbelief as he walked out the door.

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Meanwhile...

"Now," Dr. Grimmsley said," can we talk this out like civilized gentlemen?"