Living With A Rock Star Dad, chapter 6
"Now please, I really want to know, WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU TWO DOING SKIPPING CLASS?!" We were in the principal's office. Man, this is only the third time I've been in here. Once for throwing chewing gum at Mariah (it was necessary she called my dad a crap bassist!), the second for falling down the stairs and I was waiting for my mum. The third time was a bit embarrassing; I had pains in my stomach and well, I had started for the first time and GOD I WAS HEAVY!! The teachers were all sympathetic, and they told me to take the pad (wear it obviously) and sit in the principals office to make sure if I could take painkillers. So that's that now back to NOW.
"We... well... err... . we wanted to be rebellious for a change and see what it felt like to be naughty?" Frankito said after quite a lot of thinking. I was trying my very best not to laugh.
"Is that the truth Miss.Pritchard?" Why do all the teachers call me Miss.Pritcahrd? They can either call me Stella OR at least Miss.Dirnt!
"Yes" (I was gritting my teeth because he called me Miss.Pritchard) He stood up from his chair and crouched down so he was almost face to face with me and looked straight at me.
"Why are you talking to me like that? I should be talking to you like that. No one, and I mean NO ONE should skip class!" Fine if he wants to know I'll tell him.
"Because you called me Miss.Pritchard everyone calls me Stella. If not Miss.Dirnt. That's why... sir." I said it as polite as I possibly could. He gave me a look that could have killed someone... I have a feeling I shouldn't have said that. He stood up slowly and went back to sit down in his chair again. Frankito looked at me and smiled. Please not now Frankito my mum is going to freak already. Why did that cleaner have to come?! WHY DAMN YOU!
"Now then Miss. Dirnt and Mr. Cool, tell me the truth, why did you skip class?" Frankito please make up a good excuse, you're better than me at making stories up!
Frankito looked at his feet, then I saw a smile brew across his face.
"Well, sir, me and Stella went into the cleaners closet and started to make out, and this was after detention, when we heard the bell ring for next lesson we stuffed it because biology is more important than art, and then the cleaner came so we ran for it then you came along and caught us." WHAT ON EARTH! ARE YOU CRAZY! The principal's face turned red.
"THAT IS IT!! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU'R LIES!! I am going to ring you're parents and they can sort this out."... shit. Well at least he didn't believe the story. (Always look on the bright side of life) I'm just hoping dad will come and not mum... I hope their not coming together!
20 minutes later
Frankito and I were sitting in the waiting room trying to hear what our parents we saying to the principal and what the principal was telling to them. Yes Tre and Claudia were here and my mum and dad were here. (Jason wasn't here because he was on that funny course)
"Well, I personally think it was worth it." Frankito said. I let out a small laugh.
"Yeah same here. Biology always win's over art. Hey Frankito, did you really tell Joey you liked me?" I had to know!
"Well... yeah kind of and I'm sorry I didn't tell you face to face, well I knida did but, oh man, I was never at telling people thing like this. I couldn't even give mum a kiss on the cheek when nobody was looking!" Sorry but who wouldn't laugh at that.
"Aww, sorry Frankito. So... where do we go from here?" I asked not laughing now. ( I feel guilty now)
"Well, IF we don't get sent to hell because of this or die, would you like to be my girlfriend? Just asking." Ok this is my time to play.
"Hmmmm... I don't should I go out with Frankito Cool? Little Frank? I think the answer is going to be... YES!" As I shouted that the principal opened the door with our parents behind him.
"I'll leave them to you then, and you two have detention for a week!" He turned back round and closed the door. Claudia and my mum were in front of our dad's. Tre was smiling like a mad man, and Mike was winking. Our mum's on the other hand. They looked evil; angry... we were going to be their lunch tonight.
In the car
"What do you think you were doing? Skipping a class like that. And then lying to the principal TWICE!" Ok now it was my turn to speak. My dad was sitting in the front with mom; well he was driving his BMW witch I love!
"No mom we didn't lie twice the second time it was true." My dad stopped the car suddenly. LUCKY there was nobody behind us.
"MIKE!!GOD pull over at least!" SO he did, he pulled over and then stopped the car. They both looked at me.
"W-w-what?"
"I thought you like Joey?!" Dad said with a smile. I laughed then gave him a disgusted look.
"JOEY!!EWW! You have got to be kidding me." We both started laughing when my mum came into it.
"ESTELLE PRITCHARD! YOU SKIPPED CLASS TO MAKE OUT WITH A BOY! THIS IS YOUR EDUCATION!" We both went quiet.
"Mom it was only art and I can get the work off of Joey, and it wont happen again. We just felt rebellious. I am sorry." And the thing is I did feel sorry, because I know what she thought about my dad admitting to skip class to get high with Tre and Billie at the park. She thought it had something to do with that. I had nothing to do with that! We were just well adventurous and we couldn't resist that's all... WHY COULDN'T SHE UNDERSTAND!
"We'll talk more when we get home and Mike, I need to talk to you to. About our daughter." This doesn't sound good.
"We... well... err... . we wanted to be rebellious for a change and see what it felt like to be naughty?" Frankito said after quite a lot of thinking. I was trying my very best not to laugh.
"Is that the truth Miss.Pritchard?" Why do all the teachers call me Miss.Pritcahrd? They can either call me Stella OR at least Miss.Dirnt!
"Yes" (I was gritting my teeth because he called me Miss.Pritchard) He stood up from his chair and crouched down so he was almost face to face with me and looked straight at me.
"Why are you talking to me like that? I should be talking to you like that. No one, and I mean NO ONE should skip class!" Fine if he wants to know I'll tell him.
"Because you called me Miss.Pritchard everyone calls me Stella. If not Miss.Dirnt. That's why... sir." I said it as polite as I possibly could. He gave me a look that could have killed someone... I have a feeling I shouldn't have said that. He stood up slowly and went back to sit down in his chair again. Frankito looked at me and smiled. Please not now Frankito my mum is going to freak already. Why did that cleaner have to come?! WHY DAMN YOU!
"Now then Miss. Dirnt and Mr. Cool, tell me the truth, why did you skip class?" Frankito please make up a good excuse, you're better than me at making stories up!
Frankito looked at his feet, then I saw a smile brew across his face.
"Well, sir, me and Stella went into the cleaners closet and started to make out, and this was after detention, when we heard the bell ring for next lesson we stuffed it because biology is more important than art, and then the cleaner came so we ran for it then you came along and caught us." WHAT ON EARTH! ARE YOU CRAZY! The principal's face turned red.
"THAT IS IT!! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU'R LIES!! I am going to ring you're parents and they can sort this out."... shit. Well at least he didn't believe the story. (Always look on the bright side of life) I'm just hoping dad will come and not mum... I hope their not coming together!
20 minutes later
Frankito and I were sitting in the waiting room trying to hear what our parents we saying to the principal and what the principal was telling to them. Yes Tre and Claudia were here and my mum and dad were here. (Jason wasn't here because he was on that funny course)
"Well, I personally think it was worth it." Frankito said. I let out a small laugh.
"Yeah same here. Biology always win's over art. Hey Frankito, did you really tell Joey you liked me?" I had to know!
"Well... yeah kind of and I'm sorry I didn't tell you face to face, well I knida did but, oh man, I was never at telling people thing like this. I couldn't even give mum a kiss on the cheek when nobody was looking!" Sorry but who wouldn't laugh at that.
"Aww, sorry Frankito. So... where do we go from here?" I asked not laughing now. ( I feel guilty now)
"Well, IF we don't get sent to hell because of this or die, would you like to be my girlfriend? Just asking." Ok this is my time to play.
"Hmmmm... I don't should I go out with Frankito Cool? Little Frank? I think the answer is going to be... YES!" As I shouted that the principal opened the door with our parents behind him.
"I'll leave them to you then, and you two have detention for a week!" He turned back round and closed the door. Claudia and my mum were in front of our dad's. Tre was smiling like a mad man, and Mike was winking. Our mum's on the other hand. They looked evil; angry... we were going to be their lunch tonight.
In the car
"What do you think you were doing? Skipping a class like that. And then lying to the principal TWICE!" Ok now it was my turn to speak. My dad was sitting in the front with mom; well he was driving his BMW witch I love!
"No mom we didn't lie twice the second time it was true." My dad stopped the car suddenly. LUCKY there was nobody behind us.
"MIKE!!GOD pull over at least!" SO he did, he pulled over and then stopped the car. They both looked at me.
"W-w-what?"
"I thought you like Joey?!" Dad said with a smile. I laughed then gave him a disgusted look.
"JOEY!!EWW! You have got to be kidding me." We both started laughing when my mum came into it.
"ESTELLE PRITCHARD! YOU SKIPPED CLASS TO MAKE OUT WITH A BOY! THIS IS YOUR EDUCATION!" We both went quiet.
"Mom it was only art and I can get the work off of Joey, and it wont happen again. We just felt rebellious. I am sorry." And the thing is I did feel sorry, because I know what she thought about my dad admitting to skip class to get high with Tre and Billie at the park. She thought it had something to do with that. I had nothing to do with that! We were just well adventurous and we couldn't resist that's all... WHY COULDN'T SHE UNDERSTAND!
"We'll talk more when we get home and Mike, I need to talk to you to. About our daughter." This doesn't sound good.
