Complaint

In the afternoon, Sir Norman rushes to the principal's office. He wants to file a complaint about the broken supplies at the science lab that he used in the morning. He's super angry. He don't know what the other teachers was thinking of neglecting the other students just because they lag behind a little.

He knocks at the door.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Sir, it's me. Norman Bon. Can I enter?" asks him politely. He holds back his patience because he don't want to let his anger on the principal yet. The principal was reading a newspaper. He then let Sir Norman enter his office.

"Oh, sure, Mr. Norman. Come in,". The principal sets two cups on the table and pours some tea in it.

"Have some tea, young one. You must've been so tired today since it's your first day," he wishes to chat with Sir Norman for a bit. Sir Norman blushes a bit. He accepts the offer as he smiles.

"So, why do you come to my office? Is there anything that I can help with?" the principal questions his new co-worker.

Reluctantly, Sir Norman speaks,

"Actually, yes.. I wants to file a complaint about the old science lab that my students and I used this morning," says him. The principal doesn't react much. As if he knew it.

"What's wrong with it? You don't like the 'old' one?" asks the principal while smirking. Sir Norman feels an evil aura that surrounds the principal making him feels uneasy.

'What's his intentions? He really don't know about this school? Doesn't he even peek at it?!' in Sir Norman's mind.

"Actually, I don't using an old lab, but THAT ONE is too old," he raises his voice a bit. The principal asks Sir Norman if anything is wrong with the old lab.

"What's wrong with it?". Sir Norman feels an evil aura that comes from the principal. He feels uneasy.

'What are his intentions?!'.

'Doesn't he even knows his own school?!'.

'Is he really trying to neglects the Class 3E just because they are lagging behind?!'.

"Umm.. I'm not trying to be rude here. It's just, most of the apparatus in the old science lab are broken. It cannot be used anymore. I hope that you would reconsider to charge a repairing for those supplies," complain the young man.

The old man looks at him. The then laughs,

"Hahahaha! Don't worry, young man. All the 'other' students won't be using it anyway. I really just left it there. That's why I won't charge any repairing for those things," he says.

Sir Norman confuses. He questions the principal.

"Eh, what do you mean by the 'other' students? Is there any difference?" he asks. The old principal nods.

"All the students were using the new lab full of new apparatus, and comfortable tables and chairs. Except for Class 3E of course! Those rats shouldn't even taste the new items. Don't you think so too?" he smiles.

Sir Norman freezes. His blood suddenly boiling like there's no tomorrow. He stands up as fast as the lightning and slams the principal's table! BAAM!

"NO, I DON'T THINK SO!!"... he shouts..