The Key ingredient?

Chapter 3

A pleasant surprise - Chapter 3

I lastly looked at myself in the mirror to see if my grey skirt and buttoned white shirt were appropriate to present to the Lord. I gave myself a thumbs up and went down.

"Mum! I'm here! Come on! Hurry!" I heard my brother say.

"John, wait! Don't you have any patience, you imbecile?"

"Stop calling me that, you black-haired witch!"

"I am not a witch, I look like a goddess!"

My brother scoffs and says, "You look like you have just been through a blender and back".

"Uh, you idiotic red-haired idiot!!!"

"Stuck with words? I win!"

"Argg!" I was about to kill him, but my mum interrupted and shouted:

"Stop! You both haven't grown an inch! Gosh, will this ever stop?"

"Sorry." I apologized.

Soon, we were in our broken Ford 200, or whatever its called, and went to the church. It was a quiet drive. No one could talk because of the despondent atmosphere. When we reached the church, I jumped out of the car to breathe.

"Hello, we meet again..." a voice said, which indeed startled me.

"Oh, you scared me there--" I have seen that face before... of course! It was my principal! I watched the next few words carefully:

"So sorry, sir... didn't see you there."

"I prefer people calling me Mr Freeman, but do not call me Mr Andrew , or Andrew you might as well be expelled for it!"

What a weirdo! Who would ever call him by his first name if people didn't know? What a wacko he is... I kept that all in my mind and replied with: "Ok, Mr Freeman..."

And out of nowhere he says "Oh, I'm just kidding! Just messing with ya... how old are you by the way?"

Definitely a weirdo... why is he asking my details? Probably he heard the conversation between me and Owen while we were walking away from our first meet n greet with him... a lot to process.

"Um, you didn't answer..." he waited

"Oh, sorry... I'm 17, si--Mr. Freeman."

"Oh, cool..."

To try not to make it awkward, I asked him a question, thinking about why my mom or brother isn't out of the car yet.

"Um, how are you a principal, when you are so young?"

"Ah, but you see, I'm 23..."

"That is still young, Mr. Freeman..."

"True. It was basically my father's recommendation. He wanted me to own a school, and so he brought me the school you're studying in!"

Was it my imagination or did he just give a flirting look at me? I didn't really care because my curiosity overran my brain.

"Well, alright... so what majors did you take?"

"Well, I studied 12th, and just had my under-graduate at Yale."

"Were you like 15 when you did that?"

"Kinda, my dad forced me to skip 2 grades because he wanted to end my studies fast so that I could have a family and a school... he had my whole life planned out for me, so kind of good, right?"

"Yes, Mr Freeman..."

"Who is this?" my mother interrupted.

"Oh, hello, Ma'am, I'm Michelle's principal... nice to meet you!" he answered for me