detention for you [ princibaldi ]

| again, mr. baldi? |

The math teacher's eyes locked onto the child's form in front of him. His other students could only stare as he gently picked up his ruler.

"Again, Chase, what's 6 + 4?"
His words were gentle, not wanting to lose his temper and cause a certain someone to come in. The boy was silent, before replying, "1-10." The teacher's ruler was down by his side. "7 x 9?" His student's eyes were trained in the floor, "63."

Before Baldi could say the last problem again, the bell rang. The students began packing, eager to get to their last class of the day. Chase still stood, unsure whether to leave. "Remember to study, we have a test next week", Baldi said, gesturing to the boy to leave. He watched his students go wth a small smile, gently tapping Chase on the head with his ruler as he left. Finally, now Baldi could get to-

"Mr. Baldi."

The male stiffened. God, that voice. He turned, trying hard to ignore how his face got warm. There, in the hall, stood the Principal. His black eyes leaked every now and then. He continued, "I would like to have a word with you." Baldi smiled nervously, "About what?" The Principal's eyes narrowed, "Your temper. I've had parent after parent email or call me complaining about how their child has come home bruised or bleeding. Don't think I haven't heard your angry yells or the smacking of your ruler." Baldi's eye twitched. He was trying so hard to control his temper. "Principal, I've controlled it for months now. Why is it here now?" He asked. "Didn't you smack a kid yesterday after school during tutoring?" Baldi bit his lip, but sighed, "So? You can't exactly fire me. I own the school." The Principal replied, "I know. I've thought about it, and I've made up my mind."

"Mr. Baldi, you unfortunately have two hours of detention."

( should i stop making baldi content wheezes
my accounts gonna start to get crowded with baldi stuff
anyways see ya!
-cans)