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[[Start]](link: "George?")[George?
(link: "George.")[George.
(link: "Mr. Harlowe?")[Mr. Harlowe?
(link: "Earth to George.")[Earth to George.
(link: "Come in George.")
[Come in [[George]]]]]]][[Five more minutes]]
[[Huh?]]
[[Whats going on?]]"Huh?" you whisper, flipping your head over to get a better view of [[where the sound was coming from->interrupt]].
Still half asleep, you begin the walk of shame from your seat in the back of the class to Principle Dillon's office. The walk helps get your blood flowing again and by the time you reach the school office you feel more alert. The nice office secretary asks you to take a seat and it isn't much longer until Principle Dillon appears from around a doorframe and motions you to [[enter.->Principle Dillon's Office]]You can hear the click clack of high heels getting louder, closer to your bedroom when you realize, this isn't your bedroom.
You pick your head up and remember this is your algebra class and your teacher, Mrs. Andersen, is looming over you, slapping a ruler into one hand threateningly. Her wide rimmed glasses outline her evil green eyes and her abnormally rectangular eyebrows only add to the effect.
She slaps the ruler down on your desk jolting you back to reality. She looks down at you and points towards the door. This is her way of dismissing you from class and theres only one destination from here. [[Principal Dillon]]."Five more minutes" you mutter, as you try to drift back to sleep. You were having the greatest dream where your dog could talk and this person calling your name just had to [[interrupt]] it."Whats going on" you murmur, picking up your head from your desk when a ray of sun hits your eyes through the window. Guarding your face and wiping your eyes you remember you're in the middle of algebra class and [[Mrs. Andersen]] must have been calling your name."How was your beauty sleep Mr. Harlowe?" Mrs. Andersen asks condisendingly. You never had the best relationship with Mrs. Andersen so the two of you exchanged passive aggressive remarks almost on the daily. She didn't seem to like many of her students, but she takes a particular disliking to you. "Perhaps [[Principal Dillon]] would like to hear more about it" she says, pointing to the classroom door."George George George," he starts, lazily flopping into his black leather chair and throwing his feet up onto his desk, knocking over a lamp onto the already scattered desk. The rest of his office doesn't fare well either. Papers and books are scattered everywhere, the floor, the windowsill, even on his computer. The only clean spot surrounds a shining trophy with a man catching a football.
"So did you watch the Bears game this weekend? We had a real shot if our recievers could catch a ball to save their lives. I mean cmon," he says, motioning to his prized high school football trophy, "even I could've caught it."
[[Yea I watched it]]
[[Laugh]]
[[Look down]]"Yea I watched it" you reply, more solemnly than you meant it to sound. For a split second Principle Dillon looked defeated but quickly changed into a look of genuine concern.
"I'm trying to look out for you George," he says "I can keep this one off your permanent record but I need you to work with me here." He stands, signally the end of this [[pointless meeting.]]You say nothing and clasp your hands in your lap, ignoring eye contact with Principle Dillon. You can tell he's trying to connect with you but you'd prefer nothing more than to leave.
"I'm trying to look out for you George," he says "I can keep this one off your permanent record but I need you to work with me here." He stands, signally the end of this [[pointless meeting.]]You fake laugh at his attempt of a joke, not able to tell if he was serious or not. You appreciate Principle Dillon trying to relate to you but you wish he would stop trying to be friendly with you. The sooner you can get away from this prison called school the better and these meetings only make the day feel longer.
"I'm trying to look out for you George," he says "I can keep this one off your permanent record but I need you to work with me here." He stands, signally the end of this [[pointless meeting.]]As you leave Principle Dillon's office, you make eye contact with the secretary sitting behind the desk.
"Dillon really tries with you," she says catching you off guard, "ever since he lost his son he tries to make his students feel like they have someone to go to."
Your stomach drops.
You never knew Principle Dillon's son died, let alone that he had one. You always figured he had everything, the perfect job, the perfect family, the perfect life.
But it all makes sense now. The way he tries to joke with you, the fathering way he talks to you, and the occasional reality check which actually makes you think.
You turn back to the door you just left only to see it close behind you.
<b>(color: blue)[~~Call out to Principle Dillon~~]</b>
[[Leave the office]]The final bell rings as you leave the office and the other students begin to fill the halls. You navigate your way to your locker where you see a poster that reads "PEP RALLY 4:00PM BE THERE" in big obnoxious letters. You rip the poster down when you hear someone call your name.
[[Look for who called]]
[[Hide the poster]]
(live: 10s)[(goto: "Ignore the voice")]You spin around to see a girl branch off from a group of other students and head in your direction. She waves enthusiastically and hurries across the hallway, dodging other students and whipping some with her blonde ponytail.
You instantly recognize your best friend Megan and turn to face her as she gets closer. You met her almost 10 years ago when you moved from Chicago to Evanston because your mom got layed off. Megan just so happened to be your neighbor and closest friend from that day on. Sometimes you questioned how she, being as popular as she is, ended up staying friends with you.
"Hey Megan," you say as she leans against a nearby locker.
"So? How was Mrs. Devil today?" she asks while you put the rest of your books away. Mrs. Devil is Megan and your nickname for your alegbra teacher Mrs. Anderson. Luckily you're in different class periods so Megan doesn't have to watch every time you get sent to the office.
"Same old same old I guess. I fell asleep again and had go to Dillon's.
"That guy creeps me out," she says, "it just seems weird that someones *that* friendly yknow?"
[[Agree]]
[[Disagree]]
~~**(color: blue)[Tell Megan about Principle Dillon's son]**~~"HEY, HARLOSER IM TALKIN TO YOU. HEARD YOU GOT SENT TO DILLON'S AGAIN. AREN'T THEY GOING TO EXPELL YOU YET?" a voice shouts from across the hall. Echoed laughs surround you and you know this only means trouble. Putting your last book away, you turn around to see a tall shadow blocking your way out.
[[Run]]
[[Fight]]
[[Talk]]You feel like a criminal trying to hide the evidence as you shove the crumpled poster into your locker. The way your day is going only you would get sent to Principle Dillon's again for something dumb like taking a poster down.
After you shoved the poster as far as you can the voice calls again, this time from right behind you. You jump, slamming your head on your locker with a loud **bang**.
"Oh my god, I didn't mean to scare you!" a familiar voice cries. You turn around, rubbing your head, to see your best friend Megan waiting. She outstretches her hand which does nothing but look like shes trying to magically heal your pounding head. Slowly, as you regain your balance and your ears stop ringing, you manage to squeak out a *Hey*.
"I'm so sorry George, I wanted to see if you had anyone to go to the pep rally with. Some friends and I are going so you can sit with us if you want."
[[Go with Megan]]
[[Decline]]
[[Make up an excuse]] "Yea it is pretty weird," you reply, deciding not to bring up what you learned about Principle Dillon's son earlier."I think there might be more to it. Like maybe he has other things going on in his life I dunno." You wince as you hate to disagree with your friends, especially Megan, and after a moment of silence she says,
"You know you're right, I never really thought about that. What would I do without you!" You're relieved she didn't get upset and surprised she complimented you at the same time. You would compliment her back but you couldn't put the worlds together without making it awkward.
You think she's very attractive which sometimes complicates things. If you weren't such good friends you might consider telling her but don't want to jeopardize your friendship. Besides, she gets enough attention from the other guys in the school to last a lifetime.
"Hey are you going to the pep rally later? Some friends and I are going if you wanna sit with us?"
[[Go with Megan]]
[[Decline]]
[[Make up an excuse]]Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.You're a lot smaller than this guy, maybe you can slip past him if you're fast enough. At the first chance, you try to duck under the massive right arm but it catches you, pushing you back into your locker. You slam against something metal and you can feel blood running down your back.Double-click this passage to edit it."Hey Chad, the sooner the better haha,"Double-click this passage to edit it.