[s c h o o l of 2 0 0 5 series book 1]
❝Bite me!❞
❝I did. Thrice, remember?❞
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What do spray paint, playboy magazines, and quiz tests have in common?
Trust Natasha Glazer and Blaze Warner to know the answer to that question.
The boardi...
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"I never expected such a behavior from you boys," Father Joseph, proclaimed, looking down upon my four friends.
Adam, Jake, Milo, and Parker stood in a perfect line. Pressed up against the wooden wall, just a few inches away from the office door. No doubt to make a quick exit later.
The four of them had identical posture. Their shoulders were tensed. Their hands clasped firmly behind their backs. And their eyes staring directory down at their polished shoes. Their eyes hadn't dared to move away from the floor to dart around even once.
For the first time, it truly did feel like I was in a traditional boarding school. Seeing them like this was both amusing and off-putting. Never once before coming to St. Joseph had I ever seen a sight such as this.
"I am truly disappointed today boys," he said, slouching his shoulders with a heavy sigh. Making his frustration apparent with his body moments. Its effect was instantly seen on my friends. As if practiced, they bowed their heads further down in perfect synchronization.
It genuinely worried me, watching their heads dip lower each time my uncle spoke. I was afraid of them snapping their necks in half. My dear uncle, the dean of this school, gave zero fuck about it though. He didn't take a single pause. He continued to pace back and forth in front of them. Taking turns to either scold them or to stare at them with disappointment.
I wonder if there is a secret community that teaches old people the art of making younger people feel guilty by using disappointment as a tool. If so I had no doubt my uncle topped that class.
"Have you all completely forgotten the decorum that St. Joseph holds? Or do you simply no longer have any respect left towards this school?" he raved, suddenly raising his voice in anger, making Milo flinch.
"We are truly sorry for our behavior Sir," Adam apologized, guilt evident in his heavy voice.
For someone who always spoke without hesitation and with self-confidence, the slight crack in his voice did not go unnoticed by me. They were practically cowering in fear on the inside but I was impressed by how well they hid that. Their expression didn't give away their fears. Knowing uncle would not get the pleasure of seeing them physically shiver in fright for him made me feel happy.
"You are. But is he?" He bellowed, finally spinning around to acknowledge my attendance in the room, by pointing an accusing finger at me.
While my friends had chosen to display their best impression of perfectly guilty students in front of him, I chose to stand on the opposite side of the room. Leisurely leaning on the large glass cabinet that displayed trophies St. Joseph had won. Like my uncle, I too gave zero fucks.
