The 29 Days (Kendall Schmidt AU)

Chapter One - Day 0

Nicole

At first, I thought everything was still fine. I thought, "this isn't so bad" before stepping inside the holding room of the teacher's lounge. I was full of optimism. I practiced my spiel over and over again before Mr. Henderson came out. I was fine with waiting, until time went by a bit slower. Seconds turned into minutes that turned into hours. I'm stuck, and then I thought, "Yup. I'm in complete despair."

With my fingers tapping impatiently on the books on my knees, I took yet another deep sigh. Instead of being able to enjoy my Friday afternoon lounging in bed to watch Teen Wolf, here I am stuck waiting for Mr. Henderson to arrive.

Time check. 3:45.
I don't think he's coming out anymore.
Well, it's not like he needs to come out to all of us. Everybody knows, anyway.

I bring my books up to my chest and stand up. This was no use. I shouldn't have even hoped for a second chance. I feel all my wasted efforts going down the drain.

All hope was gone until I heard someone swing open the doors of the teacher's lounge. I stopped in the middle of my tracks, and quickly turned my head to see who it was. Lo and behold, the worst World History teacher to ever exist, Mr. Henderson.

"Oh my god, Mr. Henderson!"

I run to him with eyes full of gleam. "I've been waiting for you! You are so hard to reach. You see, I asked every student of yours where you usually hang out and none of them were even of help! They were all like 'Go to Starbucks!' and I was like 'Hell no! That's too far from here' so my last hope was the teacher's lounge and--"

"Ms. Sanders, get to the point." He interrupts me mid-sentence, arms crossed against his chest. Sassy bitch.

I huff a breath and spit the words no one would ever dare say to Mr. Henderson.

"Can I have another chance? Please please please? Okay, I know I did extremely terrible on my final exam but you know me! I can do better!"

His face was emotionless. I saw nothing. There was absolutely no sign of possible reconsideration or at least pity. His expression was just blank.

"No."

My jaw dropped right in front of him and in that moment, I swear I didn't care about how I looked. With eyes open wide, I just drop everything. Next thing I know, I'm on my knees

"Please, Mr. Henderson! Please, please, please! I'll do anything! Extra credit! 20-page research work! Even clean your car!" I plead.

I could feel the stares of everyone else in the room but no one bothered to say a thing. Perfect. Mr. Henderson is in a tight position and his reputation as a teacher is now on the line. Not that it's not yet destroyed. It really is.

"You're a bright student, Ms. Sanders. You pass all requirements and your paperwork is outstanding! But in order for me to sign that clearance of yours for your scholarship, you'll have to excel in my final exam, which apparently, you failed."

The word stung.
Failed.
Freaking hate that word.

He rolls his eyes as I slump myself on the floor and start whaling.

"Mr. Hendersooooooooooo-"

"Okay fine, whatever! A retest will be given exactly one month from now."

I immediately stand up from my former position and wipe the somewhat small tears from my eyes. "What? But that's like, 29 days from now."

"Great. You do math. Now do your World History as well so you can make it to that pretentious Performing Arts college of yours." He rolls his eyes and exhales an 'ugh' before whirling around to leave me in the Teacher's Lounge.

It's not pretentious, it's Julliard bitch.

A smile started to form on my lips as I recall the opportunity Mr. Henderson gave me. My footsteps were springing and I couldn't be more relieved. This wasn't so bad. Finally, I could slowly make up for my mistakes.

I pull out my phone to check my calendar for scheduling; until a huge object appeared in my sight. Before my brains could even recognize what it was, I felt my head being smacked against it.

My head started throbbing, and my vision was completely blurred! All I could hear after dropping to the floor were the muffed laughter of the crowd probably surrounding me and the faint hissing of people passing by my limp body lying on the floor.

Kendall

And so here I was yet again, the glorious Principal Browning Office. Not that I haven't been here before, i'm actually very comfortable in this room already. I slump on the small sofa chair facing the principal's Mahogany wood table. Awaiting for her arrival, I took a peak at the scattered papers on her table.

Let's see, papers on Prom, the Council Elections, Student-Teacher Scandal file, construction rebuilding, wait what?

Student-Teacher Scandal? What does this have to do with anything? Before I could reach out for the papers, the door creaks open and it's Principal Browning.

She walks to her seat with her annoying heels clicking against the flooring with every move she makes. She sits with her leg crossed on top of the other and stares at me, hands curled up together on top of her table.

"So," I break the silence, prolonging the O. "Why am I here again?"

She slams her fists against the table and stands up. How dramatic.

"You afflict harm on one of your fellow schoolmates a day after you're free from probation and you dare ask me why you're here?!"

I do the same as her. Just to add more flare to the drama. This should be a scene in a TV show. I slam my fists against the table and stand up. "It wasn't my fault the frail bitch was in my way!"

"You don't own the halls, Kendall Schmidt! Your father may be one of our top donors and kindhearted PTA members, but that does not give you the right to hurt other members of the student body!"

"I just opened the damn door and her head was in the way! How was I supposed to know she was there?"

"Stop making such lame excuses! We all know you take joy in harming others and this, Mr. Schmidt, is something I cannot stand anymore!"

Principal Browning sighs and crosses her arms in front of me. She flattens her gray pencil skirt and huffs, "I'm afraid I'll have to expel you from EllisRidge High, Mr. Schmidt. I'm sorry."

My mouth automatically dropped once I heard the word expelled. "What the fuck? You can't just expel me from this school! I'm about to graduate, my dad's a top donor, and my grades are getting better. I can't afford to be expelled right now when I'm almost done."

"Kendall. You're a bright boy. A lazy boy yes, but nevertheless, you're intelligent. Your IQ proves this. You're also a talented musician, a star in the making! You have a bright future ahead of you, my dear!"

She then starts to carress my face and I'm now stuck in a really awkward position. I do my best to stay still and force a polite smile back at her. Whacked up chick.

"We wouldn't want to let go of such, do we?"

I slowly shake my head, just really trying to avoid her eyes.

"I'm giving you twenty nine days to build a good relationship with Ms. Sanders. She won't know about this, but I'll ask her about you after the given days. If she doesn't report in my favor, you won't be graduating, Mr. Schmidt."

Before I could even go against it, she taps the buzzer by her table. "Ann, bring in the next student!"

I just give her an emotionless look, still seated in front of her. She smirks at me knowing I can't do it. Evil bitch, I'll prove you wrong.

I storm out of the room and before Ann, her annoying assistant, could even get the chance to talk to me, I smack the stack of papers she was holding. I walk out of the room, not giving a single damn as she shrieks over her scattered files.