Principal Hecktor: A Short Story

I was never really known to get in trouble all that often except for the occasional scold for talking in class. I had never been sent to the principal’s office, though, which in my school, was probably the worst thing that could happen to you. I never thought I’d be in that much trouble that I’d get sent to the principal’s office, but I was wrong. My day already wasn’t off to a great start. We had these things called “table leaders”, which was basically one person each week was in charge of making sure everyone did their homework and just making sure everyone was on track. Well, my table leader, a kid named Brian didn’t particularly like me, and him being the class pet could get away with telling the teacher I didn’t do my homework and you’ll never guess what he did. He looked down at me, smiled, and- “Did everyone do their homework at this table?” My teacher, Mrs. Smith asked. “Yes. Everyone did their homework-”, Brian says and looks down at me, “Except Isabella.”, so obviously my

Our class is always in chaos in the mornings. The boys compare what they have for breakfast today and discuss last night’s baseball game play by play, while the girls get together and share a bit of gossip they heard last night and begin to make plans for the weekend. Today was no exception. Just as the tardy bell rings, I sit in my seat at the corner of the room and notice that Kaylin, who sits behind me, is crying. Her face is red and blotchy and she is staring at her phone. I choose to act like I do not notice, because it must have been a rough morning and I would not want anyone bothering me if I were in her position. Then Abbie, who sits in the desk beside Kaylin, comes in a few minutes late, also crying. Lauren and I exchange confused glances, and I suddenly realize our teacher, Mrs. Hendrix, isn’t in the room. How strange, I think to myself, she is almost always here to greet us when we walk in the

While waiting for the court date I would not be allowed to teach. I stepped out in the hallway and was suddenly attacked by questions, accusations, and horrible stares. Not only had the students heard, but so had Kelly’s parents and they were not happy with me. Her dad approached me quickly, making me think that he was going to hit me, but instead grabbed my wrist and pulled me aside from the crowd that was quickly gathering. The anger in his voice was very apparent when he sharply asked, “What kind of man are you?”

“…It was a shameful situation. People would talk. All that a man had back then, all that he was, was his honor, his name, and if people talked…”

It was the epitome of a catastrophic injury. After arriving at the hospital my ankle was reset and I was discharged later that day with corrective surgery a few days later. The surgery went off without a hitch, but I wouldn’t be able to run, jump, or even walk on my own for the next three months. Despite this colossal setback, I crutched back to school the following week. On my third or so day back, I was called down to the principal's office, because I had missed several days of school in a row (I wonder why?). Regardless, after I showed up hobbling into his office, the reason for my absences became clear. Then he wanted to go over my grades, to make sure that I wouldn’t fall too far behind. When he pulled them up, he was surprised to see that I was still getting top marks, and did not have a single missing assignment. This was not by error, because, even in my drug induced half conscious state, I had diligently e-mailed my teachers and completed all of the school work that I had missed, never missing a step

The prominent red-yellow flame glistened as if the colors overbearingly fought for dominance. Being in shock, the teacher came over and immediately reacted by stamping it out quickly and aggressively. I observed the anger and confusion in his face. “Who did it?” he asked. At this moment, I wanted to disappear immediately as a shock of guilt and fear overshadowed me with regrets. Why had I not stopped it? Was it for acceptance and approval? Or out of fear and unconsciousness? It remained silent. Trying to avoid eye contact with my peers and mainly his bulging eyes, before I knew it, I, along with 5 others, was escorted to a grim place, the office. Still, it was silent and I sat there wondering what I will say to the officer and to my parents. The longer I sat there the more I started to shake as all of these “What ifs and why’s?” submerged my mind. Finally, I was being questioned as to my role in the event. Convincing him that I didn’t take part in it was hard enough, but what appeared to be even worse, is that I had to accept that fact that I was still guilty regardless. I couldn’t say what I wanted to in words because I had said all that I could and would not be able to take anything back. As it occurred to be too late, all I could do was cry wretched, unfortunate

Then I went to language and sat down next to Makenzi, Taylor, and Itzel. Makenzi gave me a piece of gum and the rest of class consisted of reading a stupid story. Then Mrs. Morrone told us our homework which was a work book page. 10 minutes after that she dismissed us and I stopped at my locker. I opened it with ease and took out my science textbook and workbook. I sat down next to Taylor and we talked about our science fair project, which is due in January. All of a sudden, Mrs. Dainton screamed out, “Ah, a spider!” The whole class laughed and screamed. Mrs. Dainton took off her black shoe and tried to hit the spider, but she missed. She aimed again and finally hit it. She told us to quiet down and do our homework, we didn’t. Makenzi continued to laugh and make jokes. “Makenzi, come here,” yelled Mrs. Dainton. Makenzi didn’t so she got a referral. When Makenzi left, the class quieted down and continued working. Mrs. Dainton quietly dismissed us and I stayed because that’s where I have advisory. I worked on homework, and when I was done I read my book. The book I’m reading is called “After Eli”. The bell rung, I put up my chair, and I

As the food coma sets in my body and drop of sweat rolls off of my forehead, my gaze locks onto the sunny afternoon rays peeking through the classroom window. My eighth grade English teacher drones on and on about the end of the year benchmark test while the musky air encases me in a trancelike state. I could not be bothered to listen what the two boys were arguing about, but soon realized it was a mistake as I got a whiff of drugs passing through my nose. The distinctive smell of marijuana wafts throughout the classroom and somehow the mother-like woman didn’t even notice, she just continued to bore the students. At the time, I could not fathom how these 13 year old boys were doing something so dumb that they would want to jeopardize their

Then my mom and dad looked at me and told me to come.My mom grabs my hand and the wedding goes on.I start crying again and again until the finally shut me up,in my defense I was only 4 years old.So after I stop crying for good the padre starts talking again and the padre wasn't so annoyed because he was a close friend of your family.So

We got there just on time, I dashed to the front where a beautiful brick wall stood with a beautiful wooden door the looked older. I made sure they were ready and that I found Marshall a seat in the front row next to wear my parents should sit. A line full of malibu blue dresses and tuxes, we soon get out que. The parents walk in first then following along bridesmaid and groomsman, then I the Maid Of Honor and Brandon the Best Man. The song changes with the nerd theme and it starts playing, coming down the aisle here comes my sister and my dad dancing and being goofballs as everybody smiled and laughed as the kids blew bubbles. She made her way to the front and dad gave away her hand. The crowd stood in silence as the groom's uncle asked to pray with him, they closed their eyes and looked to the ground and held their hands to the front of them. “Thank you god for blessing me with this honor to marry these two young souls…” he began, and finished with a “Amen” as the crowd says

I guess that the police were coming for me but I needed to get to my attendance line, so the teachers would think i'm missing. I started bawling not knowing what to do. “Are you lost” a voice questioned. I flipped around, startled by the voice, I found myself face to face with a teacher that I had never seen before. “Yes I have no idea where my teacher is” trying to speak through my tears. I then explained who my teacher was and she grabbed my hand, pulling me through the dense crowd. I leached onto her hand to make sure we didn't get separated. As we walked toward my teacher I did my best to hold back tears so that I didn't seem to suspicious. The teachers exchanged some quick words and then looked back to me, as I tried to look as innocent as

"After class," she would snap at me, but how could I fight this temptation she layed out before me? It was difficult, but I succeded! When the bell rang I jumped with joy and ran to Sjob's desk, at the same time though some little child decided to take my backpack. Furious I sprinted around the room but later found myself running in circles. I look helplessly around for a friend or someone to join my side, but I just made eye contact with the wrong person in the room, Elaina Anderson. My face lit up like a firework as I watched her walk out of the room, with my donut. Desprate and feeling defeated I grabbed the closest object near me and chucked it as hard as I could at the little capitalist, making the object hit him across his evil face, leaving a bright red mark. If you couldn't already tell by the red mark on his face I must have thrown it a little too hard because the dangerous object bounced back in my hands. The sad thing is he was clearly two desk away from me. After that battlewound, he didnt stand a chance. Picking up my backpack, feeling no remorse, I stomped out of the room filled with gasping

As I assessed the damage of my burnt hands, I looked up to thirty-two pairs of curious eyes. I hear Mr. Alarcon yelling at me to go to the office. This 90 second walk between my classroom and the principal’s office provided me with time to think about what I had just done. The embarrassment was overwhelming to the point of almost not being able to comprehend what had happened. With my agonizingly painful hands, mangled stomach and blushed cheeks I entered the principal’s office. I explained to him that I was dared to put a small paper clip into an electrical outlet. The outlet quickly erupted into sparks and flames. It was clearly destroyed and beyond repair. The result in my actions was a one week suspension. The incident left me with scars on my hands as well as my image. What didn’t occur to me at that time was that getting suspended from high school gave me the opportunity to reflect on my schooling and ultimately find my passion in serving my community.

When I arrived at the principal office the secretary stared at me in surprise; as if I’d grown a tail and horns, due to the fact that I’ve never even been in trouble before or even yelled at for that matter. She new this because I’d recently held the very respected student job as an assistant secretary under Miss. Ava herself .

When Saturday came, I did not know I would feel confused or fell as out of place as I did. However, on the way to the church I figured this would be the typical wedding, where they would say their vows and the preacher would say “you may kiss the bride”, then I could make it home to watch the end of the buckeye’s game. Nevertheless, this is not how the wedding would go.