Everyone had left and he was about to close the doors but then he felt the comfortable weight of the bottle of Jack Daniels in his pocket. He saw the girl run inside and call to the boy who followed after her like an obedient student. He sighed, smiled and left the gate unlocked.
The schoolgirl ran into the darkness for she knew the place well. She knew the stairs would be just ahead and then left side on the first floor, the principal’s office.
“You have to catch me first, Alsendro.” she shouted from top of the stairs.
“You better run fast then!” the boy’s voice came closer as he climbed the stairs. He stopped at the top of the stairs and smelled the air, the scent of jasmine hung in the air like a guiding beacon, he turned left and started walking towards the closed door. The place reminded him of pencil sharpeners, erasers and the smell of new books.
Ahead, yellow light trickled from a door slightly open. A shadow moved through the sliver of light and Alsendro smiled. He reached that room and as he pushed the door open something fell on his head, startled for a second he realized that it was a piece of cloth. He turned it over in his hand. A skirt. A school girl’s skirt.
A movement caught his eye and he looked at the principal’s desk. The big chair slowly swiveled to face Alsendro. There she sat, with her hair pushed back into a tight bun, her eyes shielded by thick glasses, her shirt buttoned up to the collar and a wooden ruler in hand.
The rat of fear poked its head out of the hole in Alsendro’s head; it twitched its white whiskers, smelled the squalid stench of fear and quietly pissed itself.
“I…I’m…sorry.” Alsendro squeaked.
*SMACK* the ruler’s flat side hit the table.
“Sorry? Oh, you will be boy, you will be.” said the principal.
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Only if we all had princi-pals like that. A principal with no principles. Ha.
Anyway a lot of changes are in store for the blog and in the next post we talk about google, SEO and Nothingman.
The job is going well just in case someone was wondering.
You went to my school?????
ReplyDeleteit wasn't a ruler it was a bamboo cane.....
nice one
principal wid no principles....good actually... sounds like an oxymoron...
ReplyDeletewell penned... could have continued with the flow!
This is interesting, but I didn't like these lines much: "The rat of fear poked its head out of the hole in Alsendro’s head; it twitched its white whiskers, smelled the squalid stench of fear and quietly pissed itself."
ReplyDeleteIt seemed a bit overcooked, :/
Oh well.
An overcooked rat of fear? tasty! Cor what kind of school did you go to nman? :)
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