I walk up my school.
"Great. Late agian." I mutter to no one but myself.
I quickly walk through the front doors and briskly make my way towards my class. I'm just about to reach out to open the door before I here a voice.
"Excuse me, but do you have a hall pass?"
I look up reluctantly and see our principle, Mrs. Umbridge. She has light brown hair with strands of whitish gray tied neatly in a bun at the back of her head. Her eyes are a light blue faded with time but were currently stormy with rage.
"Uh... H-hello Mrs. Umbridge." I stammer.
"My office. Now!" She says with a shrill voice, starting to make her way there.
I reluctantly follow her with a grim feeling in my stomach. When we get there she takes a seat behind her desk as I sit in the front.
Her office gives a chill down my spine. There are pictures of her on the walls which seemed to all be stareing at me. To make matters worse the seat was to small which was probably a tactical decision made to ultimately make the visitor, or victim, uncomfortable so that Mrs. Umbridge can inflict as much pain as possible, both mentally and physically.
Mrs. Umbridge clears her throat when she notices that I'm looking around the room.
"At the beginning of the year I was forgiving for you just transferred from New York, but you've seemed to have been late almost every single day afyer. Can you explain why." She says almost exhausted, as she messages her temples.
"Well I don't own a car so I have to walk everywhere." I say almost embarrassed.
"Well then," she says with an annoyed tone "Why don't you walk earlier."
"Well, I always seem to have a ton of homework and tend to stay up late at night." I say scratching the back of my head.
"Then that seems to be on you then, because everyone else is perfectly fine with the amount of homework they receive." She says, seeming a bit annoyed by now.
"Well I can-" I start, but never finish due to the loud boom I hear.
Mrs. Umbridge and I dash out the door. Out in the the hallway we both see students looking very confused step outside their class rooms. I run towards the front door and burst out.
Once my eyes readjust to the light I realise that we've been attacked with a nuke.
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The Gifted
ActionI won't be able to write a description until the story finishes writing itself. Sorry.