"Sit! Now!" The secretary screamed to the challenging smirk the girl had spread across her face.
"Have we not taken our Prozac today, Doris?" she responded sarcastically.
"It's the third time today you've been in here, i think you would learn.."
"Me? Learn? Hahaha."
"Just shut up, you'll be put in your place soon enough."
"Sure, that's what you think.."
Kat was no longer unnerved by the old angry lady that ran the front desk, these almost 3 1/2 long years spent in the school had done wonders to Kat's courage, most of which being earned in the office. She was a hoodlum, and she loved it. Kat was no stranger to the backs of police cars and court rooms. She'd been this way for almost 8 years, ever since her mom and her brother had died.. Moving on..
"Katherine Marie, Mr. Lawler is ready for you." Doris grunted.
"You senile old bitch." Kat hated her name, especially when it was said out loud.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
She walked in to the small dusty room that barely fit the giant oak desk with matching chair, apparently, the principal needed the finer things in life.
"Okay Kat, what did you do this time?" Mr. Lawler sighed.
"Y'know, the usual.." Kat giggled.
George Lawler was a short, balding, fat man. His mustache moved every time he talked which made for great conversations between him and Kat.
"Kat, you can't hit people, it's not right, it's not safe, and occasionally illegal."
"Like that has EVER stopped me."
"i know.. But you need to take into consideration that when you go to get a job, people will see that you are not a very good people person.."
"At least they'll know the truth."
"I can't believe that you have NO assault charges on your record, only vandalism and resisting arrest.."
"See, here's the thing George, i'm fucking the Captain's son, i'm barely going to get in trouble for anything.. Y'know why? Cus the police captain's son has daddy wrapped around his little finger." With that she sat back in her chair defiantly.
Mr. Lawler sat there in astonishment, he had tried every tactic, ever little persuasion method, there was no breaking this girl.
"I see, well, hmm, i gues you have the choice of going to class or the detention room."
"It's hour four right now, isn't it?" she questioned.
"Yes."
"I'll take class."
"Wow, why?"
"it's choir, i gotta get into college somehow." As she said this, she stood from her folding chair and walked out the room.
Kat sauntered down the hallway watching every random person walk by, she curled her fist and immediately winced, she looked down at her hand, there were cuts where teeth had broken skin.
"Hmm, that'll be a pretty scar." she thought to herself, she walked into the bathroom to clean her hand when she came upon the one person she was not willing to see, ever.
Kat, without thinking, went into fight mode.
