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PROBLEM XXIII|GettingSomeOneSuspended.
“Mr. Fomah, three days of suspension and one worthy month of detention. Off the school grounds right his instant!” The principal screamed, the vein on his forehead pulsing red.
Princie was pissed, with a Capslocked P!
“B-but sir! I didn—” Leon cried.
“Four days of suspension.”
“But sir!”
“Five,” The principal gritted out. Leon nodded, as he saw Princie's right eye twitch. He sighed, “Yes sir.”
Princie glared at Leon, “Off the school grounds now. God swear if I see you...”
Leon nodded, and turned around, started walking out the door, his bag slung over his shoulder. He jerked his shoulder with mine and whispered in a deathly voice that sent shivers of coldness down my spine, “Pray that I don't come back, because when I do, you're Dead Meat Clover.”
Day previous to Yesterday. (Thursday)
“Clover!” Leon called as I strutted towards my Spanish hour. I grunted in response as he fell into step with me. “You didn't have to be so clingy. I already have to suffer Spanish with you.”
Leon gasped, “Oh, how you wound me Clover!” he said, resting his hand over his heart. I rolled my eyes at him, “Die for all I care, Leon.”
Leon laughed, “If you keep rolling your eyes, one day, you'll see your brain in there.” I shrugged. Leon's eyes lit in excitement, “Guess what?” He exclaimed.
“I got nothing,” I said, with a blasé look.
“C'mon Clover! You have to have something! Guess!”
I rolled my eyes, “Yesterday night your annoying ass got hauled by some car and you died. Oh wait, that didn't happen. You're here.”
“You're so keen to see me dead, partner. Again, you wound me.” He said, as we stepped foot into Spanish. I took a seat by the window, and Leon took the one beside me. “You didn't guess,” Leon pouted.
“I did. It was wrong,” I pointed out. Leon stuck his tongue out, “How mature of you,” I say, looking at the white board in front. “Well,” Leon dragged out, “If you wont guess then I'll just tell you,” He said.
I cocked an eyebrow. His eyes lit up, like a kid on Christmas, “Rain dance is happening! I got the Princie's permission!” He exclaims, like a girl.
“Oh my god Really?” I squealed, with a blank look on my face. “That's okayyy?”
“What? No nothing? Aren't you happy? I mean, its rain dance!” I rolled my eyes, “What's there to be happy about. It's not like I am going to be there.”
