Ash's POV:
Harry and I were asked to come down to the living room because Mr Twist has something to tell us. And I really hope I won't repeat my act from Friday.
"Sit down." Mr Twist nodded to the sofa on his left.I took slow steps towards it while trying to figure out what is going on in his mind. "Ashley, I don't bite." Mr Twist rolled his eyes.
"Principal's of reputed school's don't roll their eyes." I commented and took a seat on the sofa at last.
"Students of reputed schools don't use bad words for their principal, nor they put up a fight with their principal in their office." He said through gritted teeth.
"Good Principals of reputed schools don't feed money to the police for cover ups!" I sassed back.
He was glaring daggers at me by now. I shouldn't have started another session with him but it seems like I can't control my anger around this old man. His presence in itself infuriates me. Stop yourself before he kicks you out! My concious scolded me.
"Christ! Can't you both sit and have a peaceful chat and not try to kill each other with words!!" Harry suddenly snapped at us.
"Your friend started it!" Mr Twist said in his defence.
"But you rolled your eyes at me you old man!"
"You don't know how to talk to elders!"
"But you're acting like a child! Doing whatever the hell comes to your mind." I stood up pointing my index finger at him.
"You think yo-" Mr Twist started but he was cut off by Harry.
"STOP IT BOTH OF YOU!!" Harry yelled at the top of his voice and I'm sure even the neighbours heard him clearly enough. "What the hell is wrong with the two of you!? Lost your fucking minds!! Give me one acceptable reason for behaving li-" Mr Twist was about say something in his defence when Harry stopped him. "NO! DON'T." He rubbed his face and sighed. Why isn't Anne bothered with so much chaos? Ah....Maybe she's gone out...
"Both of you are overdoing this. Fighting like Boors and repproaching each other!"
I looked over at the front door pretending not to be there.
"Ash. He is your principal!" Harry said in a stern voice. Yeah yeah whatever...
"Exactly! But this brat has given up on all her manners." My so called principal said in a tone of recrimination.
Brat!? Huh...like you're a priest! I rolled my eyes.
"Oh you're no good you old man! I'm on her side if you're thinking otherwise." Harry affronted him. "You're the one at wrong here and if you do what you planned to I swear I'll pave the way to your and mom's divorce myself!!" Whoa...that was...COOL!! GO FOR IT HAROLD! YOU SLAY MAN!!!!
"Why am I always framed the villain..?" Mr Twist sighed and took a seat, capitulated.
"I can see it's always no one's fault except your own." Harry replied.
When both men fell silent I asked the question I was thinking of proposing for sometime- but as you know I didn't get the scope.
"Why do you reek of chemicals they use in hospital labs- don't have much knowledge but I guess I'm not wrong.." I furrowed my eyes and lips and looked at Mr Twist.
"So my lady I have the permission to put forward the reason, why I called you downstairs?" Mr Twist asked with a sarcastic smile.
"Who's stopping you!" I scoffed.
"A lady with no manners- sorry.. Brat." Mr Twist jibed. I stopped myself from replying that or I'll wage a war again. I shifted my full attention to the matter Mr Twist wanted to talk about.
YOU ARE READING
Revenge
Mystery / Thriller"Curiosity killed the cat..." Four friends get involved with the mysterious death of a student in their school. While trying to solve the mystery will they eventually get hold of a shocking secret or will they get trapped in the deepest mystery from...
