He Isn't A Psycho

Chapter 5 - I Was Hunting For A Pokémon

I finally arrived to my Italian class, I was already 25 minutes late, this was definitely not going to go down well.

"S-sorry I'm late I was ju-"

"The principle wants to see you"

I froze. It was my first day and the principle already wanted to see me. I was going to get kicked out of school and would have to go back to Seal Bay.

I couldn't go back to that school. Never again.

"Wha-"

"You best start heading there now"

Screw you, stupid Italian teacher I thought, watching her continue to teach her class, forgetting I was present.

I guess I'll be leaving...

I spun around, and headed towards the principles office. I had remembered where it was from my morning visit there.

As his office was on the other side of the school that gave me time to think of things to say.

Mumbling to myself, "I swear I didn't mean to punch him-"

Kicking myself mentally in the head, I breathed and tried thinking of something more rational.

"I didn't like the colour of his hair"

I also wished God had blessed me with believable excuses.

"Okay, just breathe, just breathe" I turned a corner, opening the doors which entered the hallway.

Maybe he doesn't even want to talk to you about that. Maybe he's curious about information on disguised cameras...

Or maybe Dylan came forward and told him about it, mentioning my name and saying how I unleashed the beast inside of me and punched Braxton in the mouth.

Yeh. That's a possibility.

Finally reaching to the office, I stared at the glass window which had its blinds pulled down and closed. I read the lettering on the door.

'Principle Bradshaw'

This was the second time I saw this name today and this time it wasn't for a nice meet-and-greet.

Knocking on the door, I waited a second before entering, and walked into the room already finding myself rambling on.

"Sir, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to, it all happened so fast, I mean one minute I was there and the ne-"

I stopped myself because of the scene I was currently looking at. Braxton was sitting in the brown leather chair which was placed in front of Bradshaw's desk.

Principle Bradshaw was leaning over Braxton, aiding his lip with an ice pack.

As borat says: 'Wa-wa-wo-wa'

I was going to be in so much trouble, and I didn't even know where to start.

"Skye, take a seat would you?"