*Penelope*
My knee bounces impatiently as I wait for the secretary to call my name. I'm guessing that I was called here because I skipped my first lesson, but I couldn't care less. I just want to go home and stuff my face with junk food, while watching unrealistic romance movies. The clock ticks with every passing second and I find myself become increasingly annoyed. I pull out my phone to start scrolling through social media. Once I see that I have zero notifications I go onto my tumblr.
All of the gifs I scroll past are actually hilarious and it becomes harder to contain my laughter. At one gif of a dancing parrot, mistaken for an avocado, I let out a loud laugh. A cough interrupts my fun. I glance up to see the secretary with her eyebrows raised, her annoying typing sounds seizing.
"No phones," she warns. I roll my eyes once she looks away and then lean my head back on the seat. They could at least have some sort of magazine to flip through. I take out a compact mirror to look at my face to see how bad it looks. My eyes are still a little red, but my bruise isn't very obvious so I'm glad for that. I cross my legs as I continue to wait for the principal to call me into his office, placing the mirror back in my bag. If they wanted me here so badly, I should be in there already. I groan and rest my head in my hands.
"Penelope," I hear my name being called. I look up to see my principal standing in the doorway of his office, one hand on the door and the other motioning me to come in. I walk quietly, swinging my backpack over my shoulder, and taking a glance at the obnoxious secretary. She just smirks and sends me a small wave. I scoff and turn around. The door shuts loudly behind me as I enter the principal's office. He walks behind his desk and takes a seat in his swivel chair, sighing loudly once his phone rings. He motions for me to sit down and I do, placing my bag on the floor beside the chair.
"Yeah, I have her. No, don't mark her absent. Yes. Yes. No, I don't believe so. Alright, goodbye," he ends the call, resting his elbows on the desk. I nervously look at my lap and begin to play with my fingers.
"Do you know why I called you in here today?" I shake my head.
"No," I say quietly. He clears his throat and scoots his chair in closer to the desk.
"I heard that a fight broke out this morning, am I correct?" My eyes widen, shocked.
"It wasn't even a fight! She pushed my stuff out of my hands and I asked her what her problem was! Then she punched me!" I exclaim, starting to get angry.
"Who?" He asks. I lick my lips and look anywhere but his eyes. I hate being the snitch, even if the person I tell on has been tormenting me.
"Who, Penelope? I can't punish anyone if you don't give me a name," he pushes. I am very conflicted. If I tell him, the best thing that could happen would be Megan getting suspended, but the worst thing would be her getting a warning or when she gets back from the suspension my life will be 100 times worse.
"She will continue to hurt me, if I tell you."
"Who?" I sigh and lean back in my chair.
"Megan Carter," I say, crossing my left leg over my right. His eyebrows rise as his eyes widen.
"Megan? She is an extremely nice girl. Are you sure?" He asks. I subtly roll my eyes and pick at a chipped nail.
"Yes. She's been mean to me for years." He sighs, taking his glasses off and throwing them on the desk.
"Alright, you may go."
"What? That's it? You're not going to do anything?" I ask, slightly defeated. He shrugs his shoulders and leans back in his seat.
