CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER TWENTYONE] The Lines

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
  JANUARY 2nd,1990

I was currently sitting in the main office in a state of confusion. Why was my name called? What did I do?

I slouched in the seat I was in, looking around the busy place and the people's attitudes.

"A'mya Harrison?" A lady with a clipboard asks, looking down at me and smiling.

"Yeah?" I ask and she clutches the clipboard to her chest.

"Follow me." She says, walking off and I got up and followed her.

They in here moving like it's a business or some shit. Giving me hella corporate vibes.

She eventually stopped in front of a door that had a plaque on it. It said 'Principal Matthew Darwin II." And I looked at how it shined as the light bounced off of it.

She opened the door slowly and there sat Principal Darwin. He was stuffing his face into a sandwich and I could tell he didn't know anyone entered inside his office.

"Mr.Darwin." The lady with the clipboard says and he looks up slowly.

His eyes looked at me and I never felt so uncomfortable in my entire life. Honestly if looks could kill, I would be dead.

He slowly chewed his food, looking at me with so much intensity. He swallowed his food, grabbing the napkin that was next to him and wiped his lips.

"Thank you Michelle." He says to the lady and she smiles and walks out the door, closing it.

I stood by the door awkwardly waiting for him to say something. I could tell he wasn't the type to play with and I didn't want to make any sudden moves.

"Take a seat." He deeply says and I sat down quickly in the seat in front of his desk.

I looked at him as he closed the container in which his sandwich came inside of. He slid it to the side and grabbed a file, placing it in front of him.