The One

The One (3)

~Felicia~

"Felicia Harrison, may I speak to you?" Those were the words that had the power to make me start reflecting on everything I did wrong.

The discipline mistress called me out of English class. Everyone whipped their heads towards me, wondering what I did to have the discipline mistress call me out of class. The twins gave me a sympathetic look.

I stood up shakily, and with sweaty palms, I followed the discipline mistress to her office.

The walk down the corridor to the office was terrible. Literally. People who passed by us gave me knowing or sympathetic looks. And I hated it. I hated every moment of it.

When we reached her office, the discipline mistress sat down in her comfortable armchair. "Do sit down, Miss Harrison," she invited.

I sat down opposite her nervously. Damn, what was wrong with this woman? Doesn't she know she's scaring the crap out of me?

"Miss Harrison, do you know why you are here?" asked the discipline mistress.

"No, ma'am," I answered truthfully. She was watching me intently. I wish she would just tell me what I did wrong instead of making me suffer here.

"Miss Harrison..." she began. Oh crap, it's here, it's here, it's here! She's going to tell me what happened. I shut my eyes in anticipation of what she was going to say.

"I'm sorry... but you..." continued the discipline mistress slowly. My palms were getting sweaty despite the chilly air conditioner that was blowing at me right now. Hurry up and say it! I screamed in my mind.

"... will have to move into another room," she finished. I open one eye. Then I opened the other. What? Seriously? She called me out of class, all the way to her office, just to tell me this? Had she nothing better to do? What the...

"The reason why we are doing so is because after spending 3 months at Stutacco High School, you are entitled to have a room of your own," said the discipline mistress.

"Uhmm, but excuse me ma'am, where will my new room be?" I asked timidly.

"Ah yes, your new room will be... situated on the next storey, beside..." the discipline mistress trailed off. After checking a piece of paper, she replied.

"Steve Collins," said the discipline mistress.

Oh, no. You did not just say that. You did not just say that I will be neighbors with the school's famous player Steve Collins. What luck.

"I'm sure you know Steve, especially when he's so famous. Don't worry, he's a nice and caring person. I guarantee that you will be very comfortable living next to him," assured the discipline mistress.

Nice? Caring? Yeah right, he was totally checking me out in biology lesson just now. I managed a stiff smile.

"You may pack up and move your things to the room after lessons today. Here's your keys," she said, and tossed me something. I caught it in midair. It was a set of keys. I smiled at the discipline mistress.

"Thank you ma'am," I said.

She waved a regal hand in dismissal.

When I stepped out of the office, I was greeted by a sea of faces. As usual, the twins' faces stood out the most. The bell must have rung for break. I caught their eyes and they smirked at me. "What happened? All of us are curious," said Eleanor, gesturing to the crowd.

"She just told me it was time to move on," I said matter-of-factly.

Jessica gasped. "She told you to move on? She expelled you?"