Philip ran to the school, afraid that any second that the two crooks will catch up to him. He used his student ID card to open the main doors and then burst inside. The Bulldog, who was taking her usual patrols in the hallways, spotted him through her cracked lenses of her glasses.
“EASTON!” She bellowed. Everyone who was rushing to their classes stopped to see the famous Philip get into trouble.
“Oh, B-I mean, Mrs. Lombard! Am I ever glad to see you! Get the cops on the phone! These bad guys are planning to blow up something by Friday evening!” Philip said, excitedly.
The Bulldog looked at him closely. Philip heard a few snickers.
“What kind of RIDICULOUS ALIBI IS THAT?” The principal yelled at the latter.
“B-but it’s true,” said Philip, stammered.
“Has it occurred to you that YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE?” shouted the Bulldog.
“But, there are terrorists out there! And they’re chasing me!” Philip protested.
“YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!” The principal yelled.
“I-I know that, Mrs. Lombard,” Philip said, getting nervous.
“Then GET OUT OF MY SCHOOL!” The Bulldog barked.
“B-b-b-” Philip stuttered.
“YOU’RE COMING TO MY OFFICE RIGHT NOW!” shouted the principal grabbing Philip’s hand and hauling him to her office.
Once Philip was seated in the Bulldog’s office, twiddling his thumbs, the principal started her ranting.
“Do you UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU JUST DID?” The Bulldog yelled.
“Y-yes, ma’am,” Philip said, looking down at his snow covered shoes.
“You came BARGING RIGHT IN and started yelling about some terrorists that don’t even exist!” The Bulldog yelled, her glasses falling right off her face.
Philip suppressed a laugh.
“YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? WELL, HOW ABOUT I CALL YOUR PARENTS AND THEN WE’LL SEE IF YOU STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY!” The Bulldog shouted, picking up the phone.
“N-no, Mrs. Lombard. Please don’t,” Philip begged. The Bulldog hid a small smile. She loved it when her students beg. She ignored the poor boy’s pleas and called his mom’s phone number.
“Hi, yes, Ms. Easton. This is Mrs. Lombard, your son’s principal. Yes, I am fine. And you? I am glad. Yes, your son has gotten into a bit of a mishap here. Philip CAME IN HERE WHEN HE IS ON SUSPENSION AND HAD THE AUDACITY TO BABBLE ABOUT SOME TERROISTS IN HIS DEFENSE! YOUR SON IS AN ABSOLUTE DISGRACE TO YOUR FAMILY! I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU CAME HERE AND HAULED HIM OUT OF MY SCHOOL RIGHT NOW!!!!!” The Bulldog slammed the phone down and simply glared at Philip, who at the moment, wished he was dead.
There were no words said as Philip’s mom came and picked up her son neither in the car while driving home.
When they reached home all his mother said was,
"Go to your room," in a very stern manner. Philip obeyed and slowly went up the stairs, wondering how all of this could've happened.
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AvventuraThis is a story about a fifteen year old boy named Philip. He deals with suspension and losing a bunch of privileges. But none is more challenging then having to deal with terrorists. That's right, terrorists. But at the same time, his own friend tu...
