Icing on the Cake

~23~

All four of us, (five if you count Karen) walked to the office where a swarm of students were at the office demanding refunds, waving their tickets in the air. It was so dramatic, and I couldn’t believe that I was actually the cause of this. And I really couldn’t believe people cared enough to actually do this.

Mr. Strands walked out of the office, and spoke in his loud, booming, intimidating voice, “There will be no refunds for prom tickets right now, everyone get to class, lunch period is over!”

Everyone started to scatter. While all this was going down, some people were recording it on their phones and putting it online.

I sat through my afternoon classes, not able to concentrate. Most people just wanted to talk about what happened and no one could really focus. I couldn’t wait for seventh hour when I could be with Calum.

Towards the end of sixth hour, I was walking down the empty hallway to use the bathroom. I barely turned a corner when I saw Mr. Strands talking with the superintendent and the school counselor. I turned back and put my back against the wall so they couldn’t see me but I could listen to them.

“We need to have the assembly at the end of seventh hour today.” I heard Mr. Strands say. I could tell they were trying to talk quietly.

“I don’t know if giving no refunds is a good idea.” Mr. Keas, the superintendent said. “Then we’ll have parents after us.”

“I’m sure as hell not letting a sixteen-year-old with a video camera push me around!” Mr. Strands snapped.

“Why can’t we just let them go to prom?” Mr. Jen, the counselor, said. “Who’s it going to hurt? Maybe it is discriminatory not to let them go.”

I rounded the corner. “I agree.” I said with a big smile. “Sorry, I jut heard that sentence, I’m on the way to the bathroom. Here’s the pass.” I said holding it up. “Good seeing you Mr. Jen, Mr. Keas!” I said cheerfully, being a bitch for excluding Mr. Strands. I was terrified that I was playing a very dangerous game.

Notes

Don't you remember when you would have terror chills throughout your body in high school whenever you sassed a teacher or the principal?