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All of us have experienced that feeling of utter doom while sitting on the bench outside the principal's office. This seems to be the great equaliser, as in the case of this story and the person involved. [685 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
The Workshop is a newly formed group of novice writers, who, at the moment focus on short stories and/or poems. All work is written in one session, without any form of re-editing. This makes for some interesting writing, especially if more than one person works on a piece. [March 2000]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (2) For The Tears Of Angels (Poetry) There isn't much to say about this really, except that the author is quite clearly pondering the virtues of the restrictions placed on us by our various religions. [57 words] Suffer Little Children (Poetry) For the 700 missing children in South Africa. [73 words] [Drama]
Outside The Principal's Office The Workshop
Karin looked sheepishly up and down the corridor. Every time someone passed, she tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. She knew that she was only fooling herself as her one hand was currently experiencing a vigorous chewing of its fingernails, while the other played nervously with a lock of hair. A visit to the principal’s office was never a pleasant experience. And, as this was twice in one week, she could expect this particular experience to be even more unpleasant.
She could hear the old grandfather clock in the hallway adjacent to hers ticking away, and she tried to let the monotonous sound draw her attention away from the task at hand. It didn’t work. Little Sally Parker passed her and Karin saw her cupping her hand over her mouth as she passed by. A tiny snigger escaped. Children could be so cruel.
Mr. Pritchard was making her wait on purpose. It was well known that he had a gift for impeccable timing. Especially when it came to making people wait for him, or for making them nervous to the point where they would agree to anything, admit to anything or just break down and sob. It was his great gift in life and he used it to its fullest. He was not a well-liked man, but he commanded respect through fear: a knowing glance, an intimidating stare or just a threatening clearing of the throat. Students and teachers had long since decided that the best way to avoid this manner of intimidation was to actually avoid the man himself. A difficult prospect, considering he monitored every aspect of the school himself, causing the entrance to his office operate like a revolving door. He had no time for mistakes or slackers and he believed in the “virtues” of extreme discipline. No quarter given. No rod spared.
Still in the hallway, Karin started thinking what any normal person in her position would: How quickly and where could she run? Of course she knew that she wasn’t make it to the end of the corridor before she would hear his voice behind her.
She heard a noise from office and moments later the handle on the door turned slowly. Slowly, just for effect. She noted that he probably didn’t oil the hinges or the handle, just to extract the right amount of noise, or rather the right type of noise. The only thing that could top this now would be a bolt of lightning flashing across the window at the far end of the corridor. She counted the second, heart beating furiously, lock of hair nearly pulled out at the roots and had anyone noticed, they would have seen that a bead of sweat had formed on the side of her brow. Slowly the door opened and she heard the familiar voice.
“Come!”
It boomed.
“Sit down Miss Campbell!”
Karin sat down very slowly, staring straight ahead.
“This is twice, Miss Campbell. You know the rule: three times and you’re out”
Karin nodded. She knew the drill: Don’t disagree. Mr. Pritchard opened a large manila folder. He deliberately paged through it a couple of times, shaking his head every now and then.
“Ah! It seems that you have been bullying Thomas Giles again. Haven’t I warned you about this?”
“But, Sir…. he started it”
A menacing finger was waved through the air. “ I don’t care who started it! Stapling his tie to the desk is no way to resolve a dispute. You should know that.”
Karin desperately wanted to tell argue, but better judgment stopped her. She could feel herself standing over a very dark, deep hole. Her only option was to get through this and beat the hell out of Thomas Giles later.
“Now Miss Campbell, this is your last warning. Next time I catch a teacher behaving in this manner towards a colleague, I will not hesitate to take necessary action. Good day, Miss Campbell”
With that it was over and Karin was free to go. She stood up, turned and walked out. Thanks to impeccable timing, once again, Karin turned just in time to miss a broad smile pass over the principal’s face.
READER'S REVIEWS (2) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"The author did a nice job of building to the zinger at the end. Good descriptions too. I work in the office of an elementary school and watch kids in the hot seat all day long. Fortunately our principal is not Mr. Prichard although I've see the waiting game and the long drawn out interogation many times." -- Maureen Rogers, Seattle, Washington, USA.
"the story didnt interest me and the twist at the end wasnt needed. the feelings didnt flow correct and it was reflected in the language." -- sunny, Dc.
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