SHARDS (Not Edited Yet)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Once the last class bell rang, my head was clogged with information scrambled all up in a ball, I couldn't tell what was what. It'll be ok I think to myself as I get up gathering my stuff, it will sort out by tomorrow and if not I can just ask Annie. While yes, my grades are poor, that does not mean that I don't try.

I drag myself over to my locker, packing up all my stuff, shoving some extra books into the already bulging backpack. I hoist it onto my back as I head to the road.

I am so glad that my house lives so close to the high school that I don't have to worry about the silly gossip on the bus or worry about being within five feet of Bianca, and yes Bianca and I live near each other.

I look down at my sneakers, one foot in front of the other over and over, this repeats on the blue and white tiled floor. Thinking about what had happened in English class. What had happened, why did it happen? This repeats over and over in my head as if the more times I ask, the more I will understand about it. Unfortunately, it hasn't been working so far.

My head hits something squishy, my face sinks into it and is thrown back, like a trampoline. Stumbling, I try catching balance; I trip over my legs sending me pitching towards the floor, my head hits the cool ground. Opening my eyes, I see two floors. No, that's not right, I shake my head and look up into the googly eyes of the principal, drats.

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Moments later I'm slumped in a chair in the principal's office, rubbing my forehead, trying to understand everything while waiting for Ms. Paterson to arrive. Knowing that it was her that called for my detention. I sigh, the last of my strength of the day rushing out of me.

Principal Bayhay's button eyes staring at me, he is dressed in a suit and tie like always with his shiny black shoes at their stretch point on keeping his thick ankles in the shoe, and don't ask me how he was able to wrap that slim tie around his thick neck. He reminds me of Vernon from Harry Potter.

The click-clack of Ms. Paterson's heels is heard down the hallway, growing louder by the second. Then the door bursts open, I turn around in my chair to meet the cold sneer of Ms. Paterson, its icy blast hitting me in the face. Mr. Bayhay gets up from his chair, shuffling around his desk to greet her. "Mrs. Paterson! It is so lovely for you to join us this evening". While looking at Mrs. Paterson next to Bayhay, she reminds me of a mini version of Professor Umbridge, also from Harry Potter. I snort at the thought, Ms. Paterson swivels her head around, giving me a murderous glare.

Mr. Bayhay resumes his position at his desk "So we are here today to figure out Megan's punishment for talking out in class while Ms. Paterson was speaking".

The only reason that I am here, I think to myself is because every teacher and student besides me and Mr. Lang is too afraid to say no to Ms. Paterson. I look up at Mr. Bayhay, trying to imagine him shaking with fear in front of Ms. Paterson. It comes easily. The image makes me laugh out loud, and a quick glare from Ms. Paterson shuts me back up. While they continue talking about my fate, I drone it out, resuming to messaging my forehead.

A muffled "scrub the floors' from Ms. Paterson brings my attention back to the conversation, "What! No!" I blurt, the Principal looks over at me, I straighten up clearing my throat, "I interrupted the class so maybe I could do something for the class like have a movie day and will do all the preparing"? I wince at every word that comes out of my mouth. I picture what it would be like, an image of me serving a raspberry iced tea to Bianca pops up into my mind nearly making me want to throw up on the Principal's already gritty and dirty desk. Mr. Bayhay scratches the top of his shiny head right on the only patch of hair, visibly pondering my suggestion.