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I slowly walk down the corridor making my way the Mr Johnson's office.

I knock on the door lightly hoping he doesn't hear and I have an excuse to run away.

"Come in!" his voice booms and my hands tremble as I turn the handle to enter the room.

"Ah Miss Weatherhead!" he says delightedly clasping his hands. Geez I wish people would just say Kimberly instead of 'Miss Weatherhead' constantly.

"I've been meaning to see you since yesterday at lunchtime but apparently you had left," he continues his voice dangerously calm. I remain silent. "Do you know it is against school rules to exit the school compound before school ends?" he says. "Yes sir," I mumble. "Speak up! You had lip for Ms Hindsbury!" he shouts.

Tears sting my eyes and I repeat louder.

"Good. Do you also understand it is rude, disrespectful and against the rules for a student to shout at their teacher?" he questions. "Yes sir," I say loud enough for him to hear me. "So why on earth would you do these things? Teachers are here to help you learn, give you an education and your tossing yours away like a piece of trash," he says. "She was picking on me when she knew I didn't know the answer," I say staring at my shoes.

"Now I don't want to call any of my students a liar but I'm afraid that's a lie. You see I'm not stupid and I have Ms Hindsbury's report of the incident right here he says showing me a brown envelope. "This is what it reads," he begins clearing his throat. "I stood in front of my class of thirty and began to explain pi and in which way a person would go about using it. When I was finished I asked Miss Kimberly Weatherhead how one would go about using pi to find the area of a circle. Miss Weatherhead (here we go again) shrugged at me. This enraged me as I had just told the entire class the answer in my explanation," he reads.

"Now of course there is more but this section indicates to me that Ms Hindsbury was not picking on you she was simply checking to make sure you we're listening to her explanation by asking you a question which she had already given you the answer for.

I stare at Mr Johnson wide eyed as he hits me with this news. Wow teachers are smart!

"Ok sir I admit I wasn't paying attention in class and that I was indeed day dreaming but I assure you it won't happen again," I say trying to wiggle my way out the situation. "Good. Might I ask what it is you we're day dreaming about?" Mr Johnson presses. "Uhmm.. it's personal and quite sad sir," I mumble.

"Well ok. Now your punishment," he says. I groan and he begins. "You are to apologize to Ms Hindsbury in a formal manner in her next class in front everyone and your also have one months detention. Understood?" Mr Johnson says. "Yes sir I say nodding my head like a puppet.

"You are free to leave," he says dismissing me. "Oh and Kimberly! " he shouts after me. "Yes sir?" I say turning to look at him. "Sorry for whatever you're going through, " he continues smiling. I smile back and shut the door behind me.

I'm grateful I was able to miss math class due to being lectured by Mr Johnson.

I collect my biology books and head to class. I explain to Mr Edshaw why I'm late and he simply chuckles and allows me to sit down. Biology is my favorite class not because I understand it (cause I don't) but because there isn't any of Jessica and her parakeets here to bully me.

We begin to look at a documentary on the brain. It's so boring it puts my brain to sleep. The bell rings and Mr Edshaw tells us we'll be having an exam on the documentary we just watched. There and then I know I've officially failed biology.

I trudge home and drag myself up the stairs to dad and I's apartment. Surprisingly dad is home.

"dad?" I say shutting the door. "Hey Kim," he says yawning. "What happened you weren't here this morning? " I mumble. "Yeah sorry about that," he says flicking through channels.

"I have detention for a month, " I say standing in front the tv. "That's nice sugar," he says waving at me to move. "Ok dad I'm just gonna go hang myself now," I say walking away. "That's great sweetie," he says settling for 'Family guy'.

I sigh and go to my room. "I wish mom was here I say into my pillow as tears begin to surface.

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