Schooling

Punishment

The university I go to is for the gifted. We are the best university in the world. We are all straight A students and if we get just one B or get marked 95% or less on an exam its straight to the principal's office and then he would pick a suitable work program for you. Ah, the principle. Mr. Xavier Night. He is so, wow.

He is attractive. Hell yes is he attractive but that is not why I like him. Other girls can swoon over his looks and drool at his biceps but I am more into his history. He owns Night inventions which is by the way the biggest invention compony in the world, he graduated from Oxford as being the greatest student they have ever had the privilege of teaching and begged him to teach there, he went on to build his company and decided to build a university for future employees of Night inventions.

He came from absolutely nothing and barely had enough to eat in his one room house but now look at him. Needless to say the man is brilliant and I do drool over him here and there but every time I do he catches me. He smiles and I smile back but immediately look away and I swear I've heard him chuckle a bit every time I do. My friends tease me about it but I don't care.

I have had the honour of talking to him because I am on the debate, creative writing, and engineering and graphic design club. He comes over to every club to see how we are doing and he talks to me, more than everyone else. He sits next to me and talks to me. He helps me with my debate topics, listens to my stories, helps me collect my tools and watches me design as he asks me questions and tells me a few jokes. He is surprisingly really funny. Trisha however thinks he pities me.

He is also strict. He did build this school for the future employees of his company and I'm not surprised if he doesn't take bullsh*t. He has a long thin stick that I have only seen for a second. He hits the guys' hands and stomachs with it and the girls' backsides and hands. I have never gotten the stick because I hear it is painful, that and I actually work hard. There was this one time that I got a 94% on an exam. My best friend tried to calm me down as best as she could but I didn't budge. I got into his office a nervous wreck and I'm sure he could see. I was fiddling with my long sleeved blouse and shirt.

**Flashback**

"Really, Blake 94%, seriously! Do you even want to go anywhere in life," I whispered to myself.

"Whoa, whoa. Relax. The worst he will do is give you the stick. And maximum would be like, two for you. You'll be fine. And since your both best pals he might let you off with a little warning," Josh reassured

"Josh, I thought they were married," My best friend Monique jokes. They both laugh and I rub my temples. They stop and rub my back trying to calm me down.

"Blake, Mr Night is waiting," The receptionist says from her desk and as if on cue Trisha walks out with a red hand. I'm assuming she didn't do her homework because she wanted to talk to Mr. Night again.
I ignore the look she sends me and walk towards the dreaded door. Trisha wore the normal long sleeved white winter blouse and the naive blue school skirt that she made way too short. I however preferred it above the knees no higher than that.
The blouse was meant to be tucked into the skirt and the skirt pulled up to the bottom of the bellybutton but Trisha felt the need to tie the blouse around the skirt. Why can't she just follow the rules? We were also given the option to wear black heels or black flats as long as we wore them with white socks and I thought that was pretty good.

I enter the room and close the door and walking to the chair opposite his with my head down. I didn't bother taking in his huge office. But I could clearly see a few couches on my right along with a TV and on my left was a huge glass table with chairs around it and a few framed certificates. As I sat down and started fiddling with my skirt and the buttons on my blouse I saw him lean against his chair and sigh. I peeked up at his face and as his mouth opened to say something but I stopped him.