Here comes trouble

KILL ME NOW!!

I stood there facing a big grey building that seemed to scream 'kill me now!'. I looked at my friends and they looked at me. It had been two days since we had been arrested and now we were at st.whatevers school for bad asses. I didn't want to be there. If it was up to me, I would hav taken the jail time but I wasn't given the option. FML!

"So," said Becca "are we gonna go in or just stare at it like mushrooms?". We walked in and went to the front desk.

"Err, excuse me?" I said to the man sitting there.

"Err, hello?" he still refuses to acknowledge my existence.

"Are you fucking going to answer me or not!?" I shouted at him. Still no reaction from him, but a few of the kids standing round looked at me in astonishment. One looked like he had a stick shoved up his ass. I gave him the finger followed by a mischievous smile. Becca looked at me with a questioning look. I just shrugged, I would explain later. Becca turned to the man at the desk.

"Sir, excuse me, sir?" she said in an extremely bored voice. He looked up at her with a stern expression that I wanted to slap right off of his face.

"Yes?" he asked her, matching her tone to a t.

"We're here to register. Did you want our names?" she asked him. He looked like she had just called him a man whore.

I'd had just about enough of this bloke.

"Oi Dickhead!" I shouted "she asked you a bloody question! Are you that much of a man whore you won't answer?" I asked him, still shouting. He stood up and looked me right in the eyes.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I replied cockily, "an ass that seems to think I'm show him some respect." he walked around the desk so we were now face to face.

"I am the Principal and you WILL show me some dam respect!" he shouted.

"Do I look like I give a shit?" I asked him, innocently. He moved even closer so that our noses were almost touching. I could tell that I wasn't going to get on with this man.

"Do you care to repeat that?" he asked, obviously thinking I would refuse. He had a lot to learn about me.

"Do I look like I give a shit?" I asked him, in a sickly sweet voice that far from matched my mood. There was a sharp intake of breath from around the room as he went behind his desk. Ohh, what a freaking bad ass!

He got out a bad and wrote some stuff on it, but to me it just looked like a big scribble.

"Go give this to your M.I.C.D now!" he shouted.

"and I'm supposed to know what that means because..."

He raised his hands up in defeat.

"What were you saying 87678?" he asked Becca, obviously recognising her from before.

"I got released but now I'm back! Me and my friends wanted to register." she explained calmly.

"Ok," he said "I need your full names and your date of birth." Becca went first, "Becca Williams. 8th of the 7th, 1995.". Then Billy, then Rosie, the Denny, then Lucy, Gemma, George, James followed by Shane. They all looked at me expectantly.

"I'm Charlie and I'm his twin." I shrugged "work out the rest.". He looked at me as if I was mental.

"Do you want to say that again. Properly."

"FINE! I'M CLARA JONES!" I started but was interrupted.

"I thought you just said your name was Charlie?"

"I lied incase I ever wanted to escape. If I did you would be looking for Charlie Jones wouldn't you?" I carried on with what I was saying, "Clara Jones. Twelfth of the third, ninety five."

He nodded and turned to us.

"Boys, go down the corridor and turn right, girls do the same but turn left. I want a word with you" he said, the last part directed at me. I nodded to the others and they went down the corridor.

"You need an attitude adjustment real quick Clara." he said in a stern voice. I nodded and walked off down the corridor and met the rest of the girls at the bottom. I adjusted my bra. It was really uncomfortable because I had this message thing in their. It was a small square that people could use to contact one another. I had three,as did the other girls. The boys had fifteen between them but I wasn't sure how they had shared them out. This school was bloody shit!