[ TEEN FICTION / DRAMA ]
❝ The arrival of Brett Bexley, the Malibu Boy, changed everything! ❞
Since day one, the High Street Elite have ruled their kingdom of Blakesly Preparatory since their coronation. Every single one of the hierarchy have a...
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No one had expected Amani Carmichael to be sent to the principal's office on Monday morning, but she had been. And it wasn't a pleasant sight.
"What do you call this?" Their principal or as she liked to be called, the headmistress, was a petite old lady who was even smaller in height than Amani. She had those beady eyes that looked like they belonged on a crow or some sort of bird-like she was hungrily searching for her dinner. Or most likely, a student.
"You may call it teenage rebellion, but I call it an SOS signal," The Arab girl didn't expect the scrawny old headmistress to understand, she probably hadn't gotten her eyes checked or purchased new glasses in over thirty years to understand anything, judging by her appearance. "Do I seriously have to be the only one to speak up about why you gathered the whole year to learn about 'the birds and the bees' when everyone in the class has had intercourse far more times than the teacher? I don't know if you've heard about my situation at home, but it's unacceptable in my book. There's no need to hold a whole assembly when literally no one in our school is a virgin. Plus, we're all turning eighteen this school term, we're well aware about that sort of thing."
The headmistress's eyes were quite literally a very dark brown, almost black, just like a crow's. "You are the definition of unacceptable, Ms Carmichael. Us staff here at Blakesly Preparatory have nothing to do with your life outside of the school and we'd like to keep it that way with no involvement. If you'd like to speak to someone, get some counselling, for goodness' sake."
"Drawing a penis on the board wouldn't have been that shocking, but to pull down your skirt and speak mockingly of matters that make others very uncomfortable is unbeknownst to me. How unladylike of you. I'll have you know that I don't tolerate this type of behaviour in my school, young lady. Your father will be hearing about this."
"It's a shame he won't reach it. He's too busy fucking my mother for a stupid baby that they say will be such better replacement than the daughter they currently have and abuse." Amani wasn't taking anything from this old woman, no fucking way. "We all have different opinions about abortion. Are you aware of what is going on in my home right now? I'm being mentally and environmentally abused. I have limited resources that feels like I can't even breathe. Who even does that? With a due respect, I'd say we could bond on that level. I'm surprised that you're still seeking permission for a nose job from your father in his grave, and that there are dust particles in the corner of your glasses. It's never too late, headmistress."
