"Yes, a bet. Greyson Collins. I wanna bet with you, that you will not be the first again this time." Bree smirked.
"Oh yeah? What if I don't?" Grey smirked back at her.
"If you don't, I'll kick you off my school. You are number one of this school...
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BRIANNA"S ROOM
"Honey, its really nice to have you back here." Dad smiled as he tucks me to bed.
I know, you must be thinking 'Her dad still tucks her to bed?'
*ba da dumm* That, fellas, is ma dad.
"Yeah." I smiled but I could sense something wrong here.
My dad looks nervous. I could tell by dinner when he was unconsciously tapping his fingers on the table and eating two bowls of mousse. He's a principal, he's not bound to have habits like tapping his fingers.
Besides, he usually doesn't talk this little.
Aye, you people. He's a annoying chicken that would not shut up no matter how much you try.
"Will you be going back to England anytime soon?" He asks.
Last time my parents visited me at England was for my graduation. They thought I would be coming back to America with them but I decided to stay for a while there in England. It was great there, but greater to be back.
"Nah, maybe I'll find a job here in America first then go back to England to study advanced mathematics and philosophy. Or astronomy, I guess."
"Oh." was all he said. I also noticed he started fiddling his fingers a lot.
"What's wrong, dad?" There must obviously be something happening because you're not your usual self. I majored in this subject about the science of behavior and mind called psychology, I'd know that something is wrong. "
He stiffened. And then sighed.
"We will talk about this soon." He said.
"No, dad. I want to know. If this about me then I should have right to know. Besides, I'm older now, I'd know."
He looks relented for a while but then he took a deep breath and dragged his hand accross his face.
"Fine, Bree," he muttered. "I need you to take over me as the principal of Queensbay for some time."
WHAT?!!
"No questions now Bree. Tomorrow."
He said it in a way that I didn't dare argue.
"Fine, sir. Goodnight," I said and he ruffled my hair.
"Good girl. Goodnight."
He off my bedroom light.
******
"So, Father," I dragged my chair across the dining floor which made an annoying screeching sound, "May you speak?"
Brian was still nibbling on his toast and flipping through the newspaper. His hair was messy he was wearing a plain blue T-shirt.
"Okay then," dad sighed. He nibbled on his toast again as I stared at him unblinking.
