IM SO SORRY FOR ANYONE WHO READ THIS BEFORE THE EDIT. Katrina's name was supposedly Alise before I changed it. But in my notebook, it is still written as Alise. Sorry for the confusion!
Sorry for the wait, once again. I've been having a bunch of awkward story ideas recently and I just had to write them all down.
Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Recap:
I was about to open my mouth to ask, but the P.A. cut me off. "Sorry for the interruption but will Ka- *slap sound* WHAT WAS THAT FO-OHHHHH.... Annington Chelsi come down to the office when the lunch bell rings, please," Margaret's voice roared over the intercom. She almost screwed up my cover! Just then the lunch bell ran. The other student's in the class gave me weird looks so I did what Chelsi would've done. I showed them the finger and bolted out of there as fast as I could before Ms.Q could say anything.
As I stalked towards the office, every student I passed gave me sympathetic looks. Is Diane really that strict around here? Goodness.
Chapter 3:
As I approached the office, I heard Diane yelling. Instantly, I pitied the poor soul that caught Diane's bad side. I walked slowly, not wanting to get caught up in Diane's temper. Luckily for me, just as I reached the door, Diane's scolding voice stopped. A boy walked out, red faced and fear clearly shone in his eyes. He rearranged his expression to a small smirk when he saw me there. He walked up to me and patted me on the head saying, "Good luck, shorty." I scowled at him even though I'm supposed to be older and more mature. I can't help it. I get mad when someone calls me short. And coming from a middle school kid makes it even worse.
I brushed his hand off and walked into the office. Thinking back, I probably shouldn't have done that. The moment I stepped in, I had to dodge a pencil Diane threw at me. The pencil travelled past the open door and hit the boy smack in the middle of his forehead. It was thrown eraser first, obviously. Still, it didn't help the kid from letting out a hiss of pain.
I looked at Diane skeptically while she had a satisfied look on her face that instantly changed to worry when she saw me. "OH MY GOODNESS! I ALMOST HIT YOU, CHELSI Are you okay?" She ran over to me and gave me a hug, squeezing the life out of me. When she loosened a little, I turned and saw the same kid looking through the glass, gobsmacked. Diane must have seen too because she quickly erased and trace of emotion on her face and ordered the kid to come in with an angry tone. "Johnathan, why are you still here? Do you have any problems with your punishment? Do I need to extend it? Or perhaps even throw another pencil at you? oooo Maybe point first this time. Yes, yes. That would be good. And I could make a slingshot too to fire it more accurately-"
I coughed loudly, quickly cutting her off before she starts babbling like a lunatic. Johnathan just stood there, gawking at us. His expression changing from shocked, to confused, to frightened, and then confused again. Diane regained her composure quickly and bellowed at the kid, "GET OUT OF MY OFFICE NOW!" The kid looked like he was about to piss his pants. He ran out of the office as if his life depended on it. Poor kid. Too bad he deserved it for calling me short. Yeah. I don't give mercy on children.
The moment the kid was out of earshot, Diane embraced me in a huge bear hug. "You are so bipolar," I laughed into her shoulder.
"Gotta keep up my image, sweetheart. If I don't the children will walk all over me." She sent me a wink and I laughed. "Well lets go introduce you to the staff here at this beautiful school!" She was jumping up and down, clapping her hands like a little kid on Christmas day. That, or a retarded seal on a trampoline. I'd go with the latter.
I sighed. "Ohhh-KAYYYYYYY" I screamed the last part because Diane was already dragging me down the hall by my arm.
"TO THE LIBRARY!" Diane announced, earning several weird stares from students. Heck, several was an understatement. Everyone. Even teachers, turned to look at us. How will I explain this later on? Luckily, Diane covered for me.
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