Henry

Apparently there's a new guy.

"SETTLE DOWN!"

The boys stopped instantly; some with their hands in the air, still in position to throw a scrunched up paper ball, and others with their hands still in their pants, right in the middle of scratching their bits. No one had ever seen soft-spoken Mr Gornwalle raise his voice. His glasses had one lense broken and his blue sleeve was dirty with residue from wiping off the penises the boys had drawn on the whiteboard.

"Get back to your seats and act appropriately," he commanded in a firm tone.

He sighed and took in a deep breath, massaging his temple. Mr Gornwalle stared at his class. They'd all obediently stayed in their chairs rather than causing chaos like they had just a few minutes ago. 

"There's some news. Firstly, Headmaster Williams has left for a short while to go visit the Canada campus of Calleria College. Mr Rottohorn will be acting as Headmaster for now."

The boys protested. 

"Rottohorn is a dick! Last time Williams left to go visit the other campuses, he banned us from using the facilities after school!" James yelled.

Chase slammed his fist on his desk and said, "He wouldn't even let us listen to music between classes or in breaks!"

"He doesn't even come out of his office! None of the things we do concern him anyway!" bellowed Riley.

"Enough!" Mr Gornwalle screamed as he smacked his ruler against the desk. "I know you're all unhappy with this, but none of us can really do anything about it. Now shut up and let me continue with the news."

The class fell silent. With another sigh, Mr Gornwalle continued.

"Secondly, the gardener told me that some of you boys have been playing rugby in the flowerbed again. You guys know who you are. He said that next time he sees you fucking up his flowers, he won't hesitate to put pesticide in your food."

He gave a stern glare to the boys.

"Lastly, we'll be having a new student in our class. He'll be coming next week."

Everyone fell into a ruckus again, gossiping and sharing theories about the new student.

Mr Gornwalle just slumped against his desk in resignation.

"You can't keep 'em quiet," he mumbled.

"Sweetie, dining room, please! Now!" 

The girl sighed as she heard her mom's pet name for her. She closed her laptop and stalked off, jumping the last three steps of the stairs. In the dining room, her mother sat in a chair, with two letters in hand and a mug of caramel milk resting on the table.

"Yes, Mother?" she said quite sarcastically.

"Oh, don't be like that," Mom sing-songed, waving her hand at the seat in front of her. "Sit down and have some caramel milk, Alexandra. I have something to tell you."

Alexandra sat down onto the plush seat slowly, reaching for the mug.

"Now, good news or bad news first?" Mom smiled happily.

"Bad news? Has the world stopped spinning? Did the Pope die? Let's hear it then."

Mom gave her a stern glare for her insensitive words but handed her one of the letters. "Henry Alexandra Willoworth, don't be so rude! Anyway, Roserie Preparatory School replied."

Alexandra skimmed through the letter. When she finished, she placed the letter on the table and took another sip of her caramel milk. 

"It's alright sweetie. Here's the good news: they recommended you to another school! They even sent your enrollment form to them. Here's their letter."

She unfolded the paper and read it word for word. Mom stared inquisitively at her all the while. Alexandra's lips stretched into a grin.

"I take it that you were accepted?" Mom beamed at her.

"No, they rejected me too. Told me I was a complete geek." 

The letter was snatched quickly from Alexandra's hands. She watched her mother quickly scan the words before sighing with a small smile. 

"Oh, Alexandra." 

Alexandra gave a cheeky grin and gulped down the rest of the caramel milk, ignoring the milk mustache on her upper lip, and raced off to her bedroom.

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