trouble maker by heart

[Helena]

I turn a few more halls and when I see the teacher's lounge and office area, I open the glass door. My favorite administrative assistant Margaret greets me with the expected eye roll, my usual pen and the sheet I am supposed to fill out.

I get comfortable in the waiting area's couch, kicking my left leg over the armrest and propping my other side up with the two red pillows available. I reach for one of the red lollipops in the have-a-nice-day jar and quickly pop it into my mouth.

"Hey, Maggie!" I greet her in a gurgled attempt at conversation. She sighs but her eyes soften with the disappointment that is clear as day. her motherly instincts kick in and I see the what-am-i-going-to-do-with-you look settling on her features.

"Who is it this time?" She drafts the next sheet for my latest victim like a rehearsed dance piece she has been practicing for months.

I guess I am a trouble maker at heart.

"Beatrice, she called me a whore so I called her one too. But in a vague, picturesque way." I use my left arm to complete the dramatic explanation by gesture out into the air as if presenting something.

Maggie deadpans and shoots me her deadliest glare she can muster. "Let me give you a wild guess, you drew either a male appendage or Beatrice doing something grotesque." It was so cute how prudish she was.

At that moment norman, the substitute music teacher wonders past with his head buried into some music theory sheets.

"I bet on the peewee." And with that, he is gone.

"You can say the word dick you know, it won't bite. Unless you want it to. Come on, say it with me, Dick~" I wink for good measure and Maggie shakes her head already used to my crude tongue.

"Not in my waiting room Maverick." When she calls my last name it means she is feeling extra prudish now.

Just as I was about to get her even more flustered, the guest of the hour arrived.

"Where is she?! where is that devil's spawn? that slu-"

"Now, now Miss Gavins here is the form for the incident report. Fill out your section then have a seat while I call the principal." Maggie then proceeds to abandon me with the battered brain barbie, Beatrice.

I continue to lounge about in the couch, minding my business with a leg dangling to the beat of bohemian rhapsody when she turns to glare at me. I pause movement, look at her then ignore her as a way to show her how irrelevant and meaningless her 'threatening glares' are to me.

When I smell smoke and burning extensions, I know I got to her.

Maggie comes back and that indicates to us that he is ready. I swing my leg over then languidly get up from the couch and trudge to the familiar office space.

Stern eyes meet my hazel ones and I know this is going to be a good session.

"Who, what and how long do you think you should be out of school." I sit in the right chair and I smile when I see Maggie put out my seat cushion for me. I really need to stop causing trouble. it's becoming a bad habit,

"Beatrice Gavins, she called me a whore so I drew a dick with a lovely sentence to help guide her to bigger, better things. Lastly, I'm thinking three days tops, midterms are coming and I have to take notes"I smugly smile at principal dalton.

Beatrice enters behind me, well she slowly took her time and sits in the chair beside me.

"Bullshit, you don't need to study, you already have the whole syllabus for every class covered and memorized. I should give you longer but-"

"My grades are top notch and it's good for the school, I know Dalton." Beatrice looks surprised but if her bitch ass came earlier, she wouldn't be.

"Principal Dalton to you Helena." I roll my eyes at the needless formality but keep quiet. he turns to Beatrice to tell her the verdict. " I heard what happened. she is going to get three days suspension, dismissed."

Beatrice smugly nods not knowing I was the one who set my own time. "Thank you principal Dalton." like the good little dog she was, she licked dalton's face; figuratively of course. I mimic her brown nose way of saying principal dalton but he doesn't tolerate it. he directs his stern eyes my way so I suddenly try to find his trophy cabinet interesting.

Beatrice leaves the office and when I am about to get up Dalton says something. "See you in three days, just don't come back drunk."

I smile at the memory the give him a half wave with my back to him, walking out of the office. " It was one time but good ole memories right Dalton?"

He doesn't respond but I know that he is shaking his head right now.