Standing in the office as Mr. Chapeau glared at Ms. Hyperbole, who looked bored, I felt like a third wheel, you know. Now would have been the best time to borrow Harry Potter's invisible cloak, but this was about me after all. Stand Your Ground Nessa; plus, who would want to miss out on a teacher-principal standoff? I know I sound like Karen, but even you would not excuse yourself even if you had the chance to - so please stop with the holier than thou act.
We need her, Ms. Hyperbole finally said. For what exactly, if I may ask? Mr. Chapeau returned with a ting of animosity still lingering in his voice. The upcoming spelling bee competition is being held in Greece next month. Right! I have been preparing for this competition for a while now. Nice one, Ms. Hyperbole: saving my A double dollar sign. I owe her one.
Realization dawned on Mr. Chapeau. He let out a loud sign as he contemplated the situation. Is there not any other student who could replace her? he muttered. He started pacing again, this time mumbling inane phrases as he went along. Was it that difficult to rescind his decision? I always knew Mr. Chapeau disliked me but, this was bordering on pure hatred.
I turned my attention back to the adults in front of me, catching Ms. Hyperbole saying something about the replacement having a leaking nose. It seems like Karen was to be my replacement in case anything ever happened to me; well looks like I just secured my education. Another one of the advantages associated with punching someone.
What are you smiling at?!, Mr. Chapeau bellowed with his icy gaze centered on me as he came to a stop before me, I looked up, and deep down - I felt despair - despair at how my teacher, in this case, my principal, could dislike me so much. Nothing sir, I stated. Let us see if you are worth all this trouble, Mr. Chapeau stated. We are going to our very own mini spelling bee right this instant. Hope you are ready, Miss Summers?! It's about to go down, he snickered. Wait, did my principal snicker while saying that phrase? This day is getting weirder by the second.
I will give you a list of 10 words to spell, and mind you, the slightest mistake in either pronunciation or the actual naming of the word: EXPULSION! I gulped not out of fear of not being able to spell the words but due to the devious glint in the eyes of my principal. The first word, /rɒndeɪvuː/. Did this man think I was weakling? Seriously, /rɒndeɪvuː/.
Rendezvous was the first of many words considered too arduous to spell, but obviously, I aced the test. Standing in the presence of such a marvel, I mean me obviously, Mr. Chapeau had no other choice but to rescind his decision. The expulsion was now out of the picture. Awesome. I still needed to be punished, which is why I'm on my knees peeling off chewed gum off benches.
Surprisingly, I didn't get sued by Karen. I've got no idea why, but I'm quite glad my parents were not involved. Three more weeks of kitchen cleaning duty together with the most gruesome spelling practice I’ve ever had the pleasure of being drilled through. Ms. Hyperbole is bent on the school winning this. Well, it is way better than expulsion, making all this extra work quite fine with me.
Hey Mop Head, you sure you have the right tool in your hand; said a voice over my head. I looked up to see a boy with a huge grin plastered on his pathetic face looking down at me. Is everyone in the school in need of a broken nose today? I thought, starting to boil with rage.
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