Chapter 3
Plan Initiation
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"Hi, good morning, I'm Madam Brookes. The school's new secretary. I'm afraid we have to talk about your behaviour towards Mr. Bolt."
"Whhyy?" I began to whine like a child but I immediately cleared my throat. "Why, Hello, Madam Brookes. I'm afraid I'm late for class and it would be such a disrespect to cut class. Oh, look at the time." I said with my formal business tone as I looked at my wrist watch and with that, I turned on my heel but just before I was able to set my right foot, I was pulled backwards making me look like a moon walk gone wrong.
"You are late anyway and since you've missed half an hour, why not make the best out of it. Agree?" she said with an official tone.
I could sense it was more of a statement than a question. Hmmmpp... Rhetorical questions.
"Madam Brookes," her name sweetly said with the cutest smile I could ever muster, "I hate him," I said glumly then smiled, "bye!" Enthusiasm was evident in my tone until she pulled me by my collar as if I was a dog being controlled by some human sized leash!
"Op! Op! Op! Not that fast. Elaborate," she demanded.
That reminded me of Clifford, the giant red dog. If this continued, I would soon be Dianne the red faced mutt. An adorable, deadly mutt.
"Sheesh! The attitude I have for Mr. Bolt is only, actually so far for Mr. Bolt. The feeling is mutual." I said irritatingly as I crossed my arms.
"I know what that feels like..." she murmured.
"What?" I gave her a peculiar look.
"O-oh, Nothing dearie. You may now proceed to your next class. Hurry now you go! Chooey-pop pop!" And with that she scurried away and not long after, gone from my sight.
"That was anomalous... Just noticed she had an English accent." I said, weird-ed out by her sudden running.
"You know what's anomalous, you talking to yourself." I jumped when I heard an English, maybe Australian accent.
"Madam Brooks I thought you wen---," I stopped talking when I saw one of Melisa's minions, Mandii. Yes Mandii with a double 'I'. Talking to me with an accent that could be mistaken as Madam Brooks'.
"Am I that good in imitating her voice? Wow. Pretty, a good actress, popular and talented." She flipped her straight, long black hair.
Ego....
"Okay? Mandii, I should be heading to my next class now." I raised my index finger, moved my head sideways and said, "I do not want another set of 20 laps." I turned on my heel, started to walk but stopped to look and face her just to add, " You should too to save your skinny ass." With that I waved my hand and went on my way.
"Oh, I always need another set of exercise to stay fit! You think I'm skinny? Okay, that's good! I prefer the word 'lower assets' though not 'ass'," she hollered.
I pretended not to hear a word she said. Seriously, lower assets? Lower ASS-ets. I know rude. But hey, who wants another set of 20 laps? I ain't like Mandii who will soon look like roasted chicken! I'd pity her white skin...
Walking in the empty hallways to find my next class... Room 208, Room 209, there Room 210. I knocked three times, twisted the knob and swung the wooden door. Gosh, the door still was heavy, this must weigh a ton.
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