Unattainable

Chapter 1

"Always his fault. Always and damn his fault. I hate it. Ah how I hate it. How do you be so selfish? Enough, I'm not going to look at that face of slime again. "I took my backpack and went out into the garden while the professor was running behind me screaming like a hysterical madwoman:
"Jenny, this time I'm banging you from the principal! Come back here, girl. "
But did not he understand it yet ?! I'm not a girl, girl will be her, I'm 16 and I'm big and vaccinated as my grandmother says.
Heck the gate that fools you. The professor was about to reach me and soon the principal would arrive too. I hid behind the hedge. The two went back inside and I had to get out of there I could not stay there all my life. As soon as I came out I was seized by one arm. Jack was the janitor. That man is a saint saved my ass a lot of times, but this time I had no way out. He took me to the principal's office and left.
I could not do it, no. It was the tenth time I had visited the principal in the last month and always for the same reason.
I knocked on the door, I did not have time to tell him who I was that the door was already wide open. He did not tell me anything, he just sat me down on an old faded antique armchair. The only word he told me for those ten minutes was:
"Do you have something to tell me?"
Maybe I could have told him but I could not. If he had known it would have been the end.
I decided to say something to my defense or at least try to say something sensible and logical:
"Mr. Headmaster, I'm sorry."
I could not say anything else, in fact I could not.
The principal began to make his long speech about my scholastic skills and my impeccable scholastic behavior and the fact that he can not explain why in recent months he has had these reactions not very polite and not by me. In short, so many "Bla Bla Bla", usual phrases, nothing new. When the meeting was not appreciated with the principal I returned to class. As soon as I opened the door, everyone was staring at me. But this did not worry me too much. I went back to my place and felt my neighbor's lips close to my ear. He took my arm, held it tight and told me:
"Do not play with fire you could burn yourself."
I was starting to be afraid but I could not make myself look weak. I looked him straight in the eye and said:
"I'm not afraid, fear makes you weak, fear paralyzes you."
I did not have time to finish my beautiful phrase taken from my favorite book that laughed. It was not just a laugh, it was threatening with a challenge. My face spoke for itself, no words were needed.