Everything I Will Never Be

Delinquents

Thankfully, when they walk through the halls there are only a few people staring at them. 

There must be some other gossip that is keeping them occupied. 

"Cara Evans and Madeline Bellamy, please report to the principal's office!" a voice shouts over the intercom. 

All eyes are on them once again. Everyone is probably dying to know what consequences they have to face. 

They make their way to the office, bracing themselves for a lecture. 

When they arrive, Madeline knocks on the door. 

"Come in!" a voice shouts. 

They enter the room and sit on the cold plastic chairs. 

Principal Howard is a short, chubby man with a bushy grey mustache. 

He wears an scratchy tweed suit in an ugly greenish brown color. 

His crisp white dress shirt is slightly unbuttoned, revealing a thick patch of curly chest hair. 

"I'm sure both of you understand that we take skipping class very seriously." 

He peers at them through his gold rimmed glasses. 

"Yes, sir," they reply, almost in unison. 

 "I would have called you in earlier, but I needed some time to deal with the slackers in this prestigious institution," he says, in a scornful tone. 

"Everyday, you will have one hour of detention after school. This will continue until further notice." 

He shakes his head in disappointment. 

"That's all for now, you may leave." 

He waves them off.  

"Great, I'm grounded at home and school."

"We could have daily detention for the rest of the school year."

"Yeah, probably."  

"I need to get to class." 

She pauses, and gestures towards Ms. Wilson's class. 

"See you at lunch." 

"Bye." 

She sneaks into the room and is grateful that no one notices. 

She looks at the clock, counting the minutes as they pass by. 

Soon, she is drifting off the sleep. 

"Miss Evans! Miss Evans!" she yells. 

"Yeah." she says, groggily. 

"If you will be sleeping in my class, I suggest you leave now." 

"Sorry, it won't happen again." 

"What is Edmund's plot?" she asks, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"Edmund's ... plot." she replies, nervously. 

"It was revealed in last night's reading." 

She taps her foot impatiently. 

"Who is Edmund?" she asks, drawing in a breath. 

"Why don't you take a guess?" 

"Oh yeah, he's that dude's son. The guy who cheated on his wife. But still, who the hell is he?"

After a few moments, everyone bursts out into laughter. 

Once everyone settles down, her eyes shift to the right.