~Christian
"Mister Rodriguez, please have a seat."
Christian tentatively walked into a room that echoed nothing but the footsteps of the two walking men. He couldn't stop himself from turning his head side to side, as if he were expecting something from the shelves or the tables to leap out and pin him down to the ground in one fast move, just as Ace did; his eyes darted side to side, from one direction to the other in a frightened, fast pace. He was feeling extremely cautious and aware of his surroundings, as if he were walking into an unknown cave filled with hidden creatures, and secret suprises.
How come, though?
Deep down, he knew the answer.
He is nervous.
But why?
Well, when first thinking about it, he never walked into the principal's office before, especially due to a fight or another violation against the school's code of conduct, or any type of rule, really. He has always managed to get himself out of trouble before his actions would lead him to an office referral. In here, however, he didn't feel like the confident, mighty and triumphant young man he was when he fought Ace. He felt like a suspect in a court with hundreds of eyes staring accusingly at him; a suspect of a local crime scene.
He felt all of his glory and pride getting sucked right out of him the moment he laid foot on the floor of his principal's office.
Yet, to say the honest truth, he knew very well what the consequences for his actions were, so he really shouldn't be feeling this way. But something kept tugging his heart, something that made him feel sad, scared, ashamed, and, as well, guilty. He couldn't get a hint of what could be leading to this feeling, whatsoever, which made him a bit angry with himself.
Nonetheless, he sat down on a brown, comfortable chair that was placed in front of the principal's desk. He let his eyes dance about, wandering throughout the entire room with curiosity, but also to haste away his notion of fear and unease. After much observing, his eyes soon locked with a photograph of the principal, his wife, and an old, yet, beautiful lady, with a smile as sweet as honey behind them, hugging them both close together like there was no tomottow. Her warm eyes reflected love and the devotion of protecting them both with her entire life life. But what struck him the hardest was the stunning resemblance between the gorgeous old lady and the principal.
Could she be...the mother of the principal?
And that is what seemed to finally define the nagging of unease in his heart.
Mother...
Christian felt completely hollow all of a sudden; he felt sad and scared and extremely apprehensive.
My mother is going to be so disappointed! So much for not letting jerks like Ace get in my way today! So much for a great day! Christian cried out bitterly in his head.
In contrast to his explosion of emotions and thoughts that was buzzing about in his head, he was able to maintain a firm, steady gaze at the principal. He just hoped his eyes wouldn't betray him by finding the picture of the old lady, at least not during the time being.
"Mister Rodriguez, it...shocks me. You were never really known by students and teachers to have a perfect reputation, but never would I, or any of your past teachers or classmates, have dreamt of a day where you, Christian Rodriguez, would walk up to a student and deliberately try to beat him up. That goes against our school rules, you should know, and-"
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The Miniscular Revolution: Rise
Action>> Seven gifted, young teenagers in NC. >>All of them are rather short for their age. >>All of them have been embarrased at some point for their height >>All of them have been tested to prove they're more than what they seem >>Neither of them seem...
