Living High School to the Fullest (Completed)

Chapter 15: Manic Monday

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Chapter 15

“Please, have a seat,” Vice Principal Mrs. Harris said as soon as Dinah, Emma and I had stepped into her office.  She gestured at the four armchairs in front of her polished giant desk which was cluttered with papers, picture frames and little figurines. Yellow sticky notes were attached to the left and right of her computer screen and on the bulletin board behind her. In fact, her whole wall was covered with certificates of all sorts, paintings, photographs, wall planners and at least three calendars. One of her crammed file cabinets was wide open and a binder was laying on the floor right next to her desk.

What a role model. I’ve never been in Mrs. Harris’ office before, but she sure seems to have a little messy touch. It looked like she was one of those people who are able to fill up every empty space quickly, no matter how big it is. I mean, her desk was huge and yet it obviously wasn’t big enough for her needs, seeing that a file was even resting on her keyboard. The cleaners must hate her; I’m pretty sure dusting in here takes ages.

The three of us did as we had been told. We sat down and faced our Vice Principal, ready for our verdict. Her googly hazel eyes mustered each one of us with curiosity.

“Well, I have to say, when a student reported a couple of girls showing inappropriate behavior and doing a table dance in the cafeteria, I was really surprised to see that it was you three,” Mrs. Harris let us know, leaning back into her black leather chair.

Table dance? Sure, we had been dancing on a table, but a table dance is a whole different matter. I wonder who she had expected it to be. I’m guessing Julie, for one. And somebody had reported us? Who ratted on us? And why? Well, whoever it was, he or she must have done it as soon as the music had started. The song is barely three minutes long.

“With all due respect, Mrs. Harris,” Emma addressed the woman in front of us politely, “if I may say something? Yes, we were dancing, and yes, we did the dancing on our lunch table. But it wasn’t that kind of dance. Really. We were just singing and grooving a little, nothing more.”

Mrs. Harris nodded thoughtfully. “You see, I’m sort of between a rock and a hard place right now. The student who approached me is very trustworthy. But so are you girls. And judging from your outfits, I do like to think that you three were only ‘grooving a little’, as you put it.”

I’ve always liked Mrs. Harris, googly eyes aside. She is such a reasonable person. And I was so glad that it wasn’t Principal Finnegan we had to deal with at that very moment.

“But I’ve only caught the final seconds of your little lunch show. I haven’t witnessed the whole thing in order to be able to rule out any inappropriate lyrics, dance moves or gestures,” she continued. “As I see it, there’s only one solution to this whole dilemma: You have to do it again.”

Do it again?

Scratch reasonable; she’s crazy!

“Um… what? I mean, pardon me?” Dinah said baffled. “Do it again? You mean… sing and dance? Here?”

Mrs. Harris smiled at us. “Yes, here. You’ve brought your music with you, right?”
 
And so we ended up doing an exclusive repeat performance. We pushed the chairs aside and placed the speakers on her desk in a spot she cleared for it. Emma pressed play and we resumed positions. Before realization really sank in, we were singing and dancing for Mrs. Harris in her office.

Now that’s something none of us had expected to happen. Not in a million years.

After we were done, our Vice Principal applauded us. She applauded us! “Very nice. Too bad we don’t have a talent show anymore. It was quite entertaining.” Then she sighed, a little frown on her face. “Unfortunately, I can’t let you get away with it just like that. Even though I’m more than happy to see that my instincts were right and there was nothing inappropriate about your performance, you still need to get some sort of reprimand. I’m sure you’ll understand. Insurance reasons alone. What if one of you had tripped while dancing on the tables?”