I think I started to pull away in 9th grade. That's when I found out that I was “lucky”.
You see, my mother hasn’t been able to even get pregnant since I was born. They can’t explain why I had been so easy to conceive. Her first try was successful. The times after? Not so much.
One in a million. I suppose that's a good statistic. For my mom, however, that's pretty bad. What's even worse is that I don’t live up to her expectations. She always tells me to put on nice clothes, instead of sweatpants. To laugh quieter, not loudly. She's lucky I even laugh at all.
Now, in 11th grade; I was sitting in the principal's office. Signs on the walls said, "You can't spell principal without 'PAL!'" I let out a chuckle. Ms. Lishnick let out a sigh and shook her head. As if, I was a psychopath.
Maybe I am.
I rolled my eyes and began to tap my feet. For some reason adults hate the tippity-tappity of feet. Ms. Lishnick glared at me.
"Payton, stop!" She yelled. "Mr. Brim will be here any second."
"And I care, why?" I smiled.
She let out a loud huff and wrote on her little notepad. I bet it was just another note. If someone collected all of her notes, they could fill up a scrapbook.
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I laughed once more and Ms. Lishnich stood up and gave me another glare.
"You're not scaring me, Ms. Lish-NICH" I yelled.
She came over and looked like she was going to slap me, but all of a sudden Mr. Brim came in.
"Ah, Payton. If it isn't my most favorite student." He said, but he didn't have a smirk like he usually did.
Mr. Brim was a old, old man. So old, that during December he dressed as Santa Clause and gave out coal instead of pink slips to students.
I get a lot of coal.
"Hi, Principal Brim." I said, "What's my sentence today?"
He rolled his eyes and passed Ms.Lishnich. "Ms. Lishnick, I believe you have something for me." He held out his hand.
Ms.Lishnich pulled out the notes and held them with her pointer finger and thumb. "Parti-"
"I don't need to hear it, Debbie." Mr. Brim interrupted. "Could you go back to the reception area."
Ms. Lishnich dropped the notes into Mr. Brim's hand and sashayed away. Mr. Brim sat down in his big, black chair. I always liked the chair, I have grown accustomed to it. With all its seven rips and tears.
As the door finally closed behind Ms. Lishnich, Mr. Brim rubbed his temples.
"Drugs?" He whispered. I slowly nodded. This was the routine every time. He would whisper and then-
"DRUGS?!"
-yell.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't think I would get caught." I exclaimed.
"Of course you didn't think." Mr. Brim continued to yell, "You never think!"
Even though I knew this routine; I still shrank back into my seat. I didn't like being yelled at by him. Or anyone for that matter.
Except Ms. Lishnich. That was just funny.
"Do you want the list of students who bought it or..." I trailed off, trying to make it seem right somehow, "...do you want the money? I have the money."
I pulled out my pockets, but then realized I had left the 200 dollars in my locker. "Shi- I mean, crap. I left it in my locker."
"I wouldn't want the money, nevertheless. I want you-" He pointed at me,"YOU TO STOP BEHAVING LIKE A CHILD!"
We sat in silence.
"I am a child, though." I murmured.
Mr. Brim nodded as if he understood. "You may think you're a child, but next year you'll be applying to colleges, but with your record..."
He let out a sigh.
"They'd be a fool to accept you." He grunted.
I shrieked and stood up, "How DARE you?!"
"Payton, sit down!" He yelled, "Right now!"
"No, shut up! You do NOT bring that up!" I screamed. Mr.Brim knew how much I wanted to go to college. I was even planning on having him sign my letter of recommendation.
He slowly rose up, "YOU-" he pointed at me,"DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"
I put my hand on my hip, "OH I JUST DID, OLD SACK!"
His face lit a bright red. What have I just done?
"PAYTON, YOU ARE-" He struggled to find his words. Put in detention? Suspended? "-EXPELLED!"
Expelled. Fun.
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