Nightly Escapades of An Insomniac

Chapter Six

Chapter Six:

When Daniels and I were caught, Ms. Brendon, the Librarian dragged us straight to the principal’s office. Apparently after my little confrontation with Mr. Maxwell, a mass email was sent to the whole of the school's staff to drag me to the Principal's cough-lair-cough office. I was now notoriously known for being trouble amongst the faculty and needed to be 'watched like a hawk twenty four, seven'. It was preposterous but it was high school. 

I was sitting on the small blue bench that faced the door of the dragon's lair. The waiting room was little. It was painted a horrid shade of green that looked exactly like vomit. I wouldn't be surprised if it was, kids probably got so nervous; it was like a fresh coat of paint every visit. I scrunched up my nose in disgust at the thought and shifted forward away from the wall. I looked down, letting my hair fall in front of my face and looked at my tight clad feet. The black colour blended with the dark, forest green of the carpet. I pointed my toe forward almost as if the floor was water and I was checking to see if it was too cold. But I was already in hot water.

"Candace Moreno," A clipped voice called.

I sat up straight looking at the approaching creature. He was white haired and stout. The small, yet visible wrinkles etched upon his face were unidentifiable by age or stress from running a school for the past five years that only produced a fifth of the town’s intellectual and successful persons. The rest usually ended up as a mediocre part of the community, in the eyes of the community. It was bullshit though since really we might be flipping your burgers but we can sure as hell spit on them too. His demeanor was tough and tense as if he was restraining a very large part of himself from something. Knowing how frequently he’s probably seen me and my friends because Jane likes to prank teachers that wrong her; it's probably from expelling me out of the school. It just too bad my grades are some of the best the school has. 

I brought my hair to one side and stood up, entering the accursed room with the plaque reading:

Principal F. Wallace 

"Do you know why you are in my office Ms. Moreno," He asked as soon as he closed the door. He sat at his desk and fixed me with a stern look. 

Because you have here arrogant bullies instead of actual teacher's to educate us.

"Mr. Wallace, I'm in your office for walking out of class," I answered, even though I knew it was because of talking back to Mr. Maxwell.

"Yes and what else?" 

I didn't do anything else wrong."I didn't do anything else wrong." I voiced. 

 "You sure there wasn't a certain situation where Mr. Maxwell was involved that garnered troublesome attention?" He questioned, one eyebrow raised and his hands crossed over his chest.

Well if we were talking about that situation then I'm sure Mr. Maxwell would be in this seat. Not me. I thought in my head but instead of saying this I said, "I know that I did nothing wrong in that situation." 

He raised his other brow to join in surprised matrimony as I continued, "Look Sir, I know that I'm here quite frequently because I always seem to be mixed up in trouble and granted yes, I do get mixed up in it," I paused to catch my breath, surprised myself that he left me to carry on this far, "but I was defending a student who was being verbally abused for something as petty as spelling a word wrong that you just learned." 

"Ms. Moreno, you still had no right to disrespect your teacher or any adult for that matter."

I was about to burst with rage a second time today and it wasn't even the afternoon yet, "Does the phrase verbally abused have any effect on your hearing aid! I mean this school prides itself on its standar-" I spoke faster to have my say but was cut off.