What Makes You So Angry? (MCR)

Chapter 23: Run

"What can I say?" the headteacher says, sighing as he takes the seat opposite us, "I honestly expected it."

"Thanks," Lindsey grins.

"Not the time Lindsey," he snaps before looking at me, "I was prepared to let you off lightly today because of yesterday, but, Mr Oliver was simply trying to continue his class and you were very disrespectful. I've given you no punishments since you joined Belleville High, despite your countless violent outbreaks. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Nothing," I shrug, "the people I punched deserved it."

"Okay," he stands up and walks to his filing cabinet, pulls out a file and sits back down, "this is your file Rose, already thicker than most students' and you've been here three weeks."

"And?" I challenge.

"On your first day here you punched Jack Cline for ridiculing your music taste." He reads out.

"He deserved it!" I exclaim.

"You then went on to attack Frank Iero, punch Ray Toro, threaten Gerard Way, and that's just your first day." He tells us both.

"Got anything else?" I mutter.

"Yes, actually I do," he says smugly, "you didn't go to school for the remainder of the week, you only came back on Monday because I organised a meeting with your brother. After you came out of hospital, for a matter I completely understand, you didn't come to school for two weeks. The first day back you attacked Georgia Barry and Karry Simm and a rumour went around saying that you are the one who gave Amanda Harris her bruises."

"I was," I tell him, "just to clear up the confusion."

"You don't care at all do you?" he sighs, sitting back. Out of the corner of my eye I see Lindsey staring at me, wide eyed, no sign of a smile on her face.

"Not really." I snap.

"And Lindsey," he turns to her and I slump back in my seat, "I was going to talk to you and Nicholas anyway today so I have your folder here that was forwarded on from your last school."

"Okay," she nods.

"Not good," he shakes his head, scanning her file, "why exactly were you expelled?"

"It was a rumour," she says quickly, sitting up, "I'm not the best student but I wouldn't do that. Never."

"Do what?" He asks. She glances at me before sighing.

"A boy in my year was annoyed because I wouldn't have sex with him so he started a rumour," she mumbles quietly, "he told everyone that I had sex with all the male teachers and when one of them quit for a totally unrelated reason he spread that I gave him herpes."

"So you decided to..?" Mr Capeton pressed on.

"I pushed him into the swimming pool," she admits, "as soon as I realised he couldn't swim I jumped in after him but he kept swimming away. It looked like I was pushing him under."

"Ah, I see," he nods, "why didn't you tell a teacher?"

"Because I couldn't face the male ones and the female ones thought I spread the rumour," she sighs, "I only wouldn't have sex with him because I'm gay but I couldn't tell them that."

"I understand," Mr Capeton nods, "tone down the attitude please and if there are any issues here, similar or not, don't hesitate to tell someone."

"Okay, thank you," she nods.

"Get some good friends and get back on track," he smiles, "your grades were good at your last school, lets keep that up."

"I will," she says.