PROMPT : POINT
The Principal sat back, lecture delivered, cheeks red and flushed, one finger tugging at his collar. “And your father can answer to the school board!” He finished, beady eyes narrowing to identical slits.
I stared calmly back, wondering whether my tutors would be frustrated at my return to their tender mercies. School was most definitely not for me.
And my mouth was sure to get me in trouble one of these days. Probably today.
“Well, Miss Cherche?” The Principal straightened up, indignant.
I winced inwardly, but kept my smile neutral on the outside. I could already hear my father’s lecture—not that it would be much of a lecture—it’d been my step-mother’s idea to try a public school system, like a normal human. Whatever that was.
“Your point?” I said, matter-of-factly. “Sir.”
His fading redness returned with a vengeance, making him appear as if he were about to self-combust. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t get it. I didn’t cheat. I’m that smart. Tell you what, if it’s such an embarrassment. I’ll tell my father so you don’t have to and when he calls you tonight, just tell him you agree, alright?”
(c) S. Harricharan