How Getting Expelled Changed My Life, chapter 3
By the time I got to the office I knew I was in really deep shit because the principal was waiting for me at the door. "Well hello Kaitlyn please go take a seat in my office." I sat down and Mr. Pupil sat across his desk. We were so close I could see his gray nose hairs. That's not a pretty sight. "So Kaitlyn wha -"
"It's Kate or Katie."
"Okay so Kate would you mind telling me why you did this destruction?" Destruction?
"Um...I don't know."
"Please give me an honest answer Kate."
"I just did!"
"Kate..."
"Mr. Pupil."
"Kate please cooperate."
"But I am."
"Okay then please tell me why you really did that." I was getting really annoyed now. I just wanted to get out of this school as soon as possible.
"Mr. Pupil you're really starting to get me fucking annoyed!"
"Miss Hayle! Don't use that type of language in front of me!"
"Oops I'm so sorry," I said sarcastically.
"Kate, don't make me call your parents."
"Go ahead see if I give a donkey's ass." That got him real mad because he picked up the phone before you could say flush. He called of my both of my parents and they were here in less then ten minutes. We talked about my behavior 'issues' and discussed what to do about it. There was a very long pause and then Mr. Pupil broke the silence.
"Well I'm afraid I only have one choice left. Miss Hayle im sorry to tell you that you have been expelled." Sorry? My parents' jaws dropped all the way to their feet. Me on the other hand, I felt like I won. The lottery. "Kate please go collect your items from your locker."
When I came back my dad and my step-mom were waiting for me. They didn't look happy. We walked to the car then drove home in silence. We got to the house and went inside. Then I sat down on the couch because I didn't know what to do. "Kate you dumbass!" yelled my Dad. He ran up to me and started beating me.
"Get away from me!" He grabbed me wrists and twisted them really hard. "Stop it!" I screamed then I kicked him very hard in the nuts. He dropped to the ground as I ran to my room. I locked my door and began to pack my bags. I put in CDs CD player, clothes and all the other necessary items I was going to need. I opened my window when I heard my Dad banging on the door. I grabbed my bag and climbed down the house. I was pretty sure that my wrists were fractured because they hurt like shit I got down and ran the highway as fast as I could.
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I figured it would take a while for somebody to pick me up, but I put my thumb up anyway. Not even five minutes after I put my thumb up a gigantic tour bus pulled over. "Hey do you want a ride?" called a slightly familiar voice. I walked onto the bus.
Oh my fucking God.
"It's Kate or Katie."
"Okay so Kate would you mind telling me why you did this destruction?" Destruction?
"Um...I don't know."
"Please give me an honest answer Kate."
"I just did!"
"Kate..."
"Mr. Pupil."
"Kate please cooperate."
"But I am."
"Okay then please tell me why you really did that." I was getting really annoyed now. I just wanted to get out of this school as soon as possible.
"Mr. Pupil you're really starting to get me fucking annoyed!"
"Miss Hayle! Don't use that type of language in front of me!"
"Oops I'm so sorry," I said sarcastically.
"Kate, don't make me call your parents."
"Go ahead see if I give a donkey's ass." That got him real mad because he picked up the phone before you could say flush. He called of my both of my parents and they were here in less then ten minutes. We talked about my behavior 'issues' and discussed what to do about it. There was a very long pause and then Mr. Pupil broke the silence.
"Well I'm afraid I only have one choice left. Miss Hayle im sorry to tell you that you have been expelled." Sorry? My parents' jaws dropped all the way to their feet. Me on the other hand, I felt like I won. The lottery. "Kate please go collect your items from your locker."
When I came back my dad and my step-mom were waiting for me. They didn't look happy. We walked to the car then drove home in silence. We got to the house and went inside. Then I sat down on the couch because I didn't know what to do. "Kate you dumbass!" yelled my Dad. He ran up to me and started beating me.
"Get away from me!" He grabbed me wrists and twisted them really hard. "Stop it!" I screamed then I kicked him very hard in the nuts. He dropped to the ground as I ran to my room. I locked my door and began to pack my bags. I put in CDs CD player, clothes and all the other necessary items I was going to need. I opened my window when I heard my Dad banging on the door. I grabbed my bag and climbed down the house. I was pretty sure that my wrists were fractured because they hurt like shit I got down and ran the highway as fast as I could.
***
I figured it would take a while for somebody to pick me up, but I put my thumb up anyway. Not even five minutes after I put my thumb up a gigantic tour bus pulled over. "Hey do you want a ride?" called a slightly familiar voice. I walked onto the bus.
Oh my fucking God.
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