Untamed Secrets

Chapter 2: Game of Diveruex

"And I knew exactly what to do. But in a much more real sense, I had no idea what to do."

- Michael Scott

I knew I wanted to run like hell and get out of there but part of me wanted to stay. Figure out what's really going on. What's the purpose of this? Why all 5 of us?

We all entered the principals office where the receptionist desk was located. Ms.Davidson....Something about her entire demeanor was completely off. She just didn't seem friendly enough to work front desk.

"Whaduya want?," She gripped.

"Ummmm we were called down here!," I answered.

"Ivy Fowler you're one of the snarkiest kids I've ever met!"

"And you're the rudest I've met you hag!"

Davidson's eyes narrowed as she moved closer to my face. God does this woman own a toothbrush? Maybe even a pack of gum?

This stare down was one we almost always had. She's say something rude and I'd clap back followed by the infamous stare down. This was just our relationship.

"Mr.Chu is in his office little girl...,"

"And so is your dignity!"

Of course I had to have the last word! You can't be mean to someone and expect roses and a bottle of Alize!

We all walked, in unison, to Mr.Chu's office down the corridor to the right. He sat in his huge presidential chair looking over paperwork. His hair was nearly slick down as the streaks of grey presented themselves. He tapped his pen against his head and looked up at us standing in the door.

"Well come in come! Take a seat!"

I will never understand how all of us could take a seat when there were only three chairs and his butt was in one of them! It will never make sense.

"After you!," Rory pulled out the chair leading Freya into it and since no ones else sat in the other chair it was my pleasure. Might as well be comfortable.

"You wanted to see us Mr.Chu?," asked Holly.

"Yes indeed! According to these papers you all are supposed to be going on a field trip today!"

A field trip? Confused doesn't even begin to explain what's going through my mind. A field trip? Really? Has he been smoking something off the streets? Has to be something good.

"Ummmm Mr.Chu what field trip?," Dakota asked.

"Yea I think we would've remembered if we were going on a field trip! Anything to get out this hell hole!." I said.

"Watch you're more Ivy Fowler! This hell hole... I mean school is a place of learning! But yes You're all suppose to be on a field trip to the Grand Museum of Fruitfulness!"

"Fruitfulness? Why would we want to go to a museum about fruit Mr.Chu?"

Ohhhh Dakota how clueless can you be beloved?

"Fruitfulness means fertility idiot!," Holly clapped back.

"Ughh but why a fertility museum? Our parents never signed a permission slip!," explained Rory as he looked around the room. He seemed uncomfortable talking about this.

Mr. Chu looked back down at the papers for a third time grabbing them in hand as evidence. "Actually they did. See?" Everyone took the slip with their names on it carefully reading each word.

"I authorize Freya Fowler to attend this field trip. It's right here in writing guy's!"

"Yea you don't say...," Dakota's response trailed off as he studied the paper.