Prologue
“This is the LAST STRAW, Miss Lake.” Principle Jones said in exasperation with her hands in the air exaggerating her frustration. In a regal way she sunk in her chair. Normally she sat with a posture that would put the Queen of England to shame, but under the circumstances she let herself go a little. She stroked her hair until perfectly flattened into her tight bun. One hair didn’t seem to want to stay in place, she stroked it vigorously but it rebelled perpetually. I should name the hair strand Lake, she joked satirically to herself. Though it was already late, Jones’s eyes were sharp and filled with the wisdom of many school years spent as the head of Belmond High. None of that experience however, helped her against the infamous ‘Lucky’. Tapping a neatly painted fingernail, she nervously watched the delinquent. The girl exuded an air of rebellion and mischief. Her near black eyes looked at poor Principal Jones in challenge. Lucky was sprawled over the chair, looking at ease with a smug smile on her face, it would seem she wanted to be punished. Jones let out a small sigh. Never in her life had she had such a troublesome student and this had to happen her last year before retirement. Poor Jones.
“Good Heavens!” Had been her reaction when she was confronted by a bleeding teacher who demanded the expulsion of one Lucinda Lake. Lucinda had cracked a chair over the head of Mr. Bradley, it was truly a miracle he did not suffer from a concussion. The lenient principle had tried to avoid expelling her but this was something that you could not turn the other cheek too. Even her troubled past could not excuse this violent behaviour, she was now a safety hazard to the faculty. So many times had Lucinda gotten off with only a warning or suspension. Like the time she had graffitied the staff room with a incredibly inappropriate (and accurate) image of the male genitalia. Or that time when she somehow managed to hack the school network and broadcast a porn video that suspiciously starred someone who looked just like the gym teacher. Or when she rode her motorcycle through the school hallways yelling in what was deemed unacceptable school language. Jones rubbed her temple, even thinking about the numerous transgressions gave her a migraine. They all know whose student file is the thickest. The impatient tapping of a foot brought Jones back to the matter at hand. She gave a weary exhale of breath and spoke swiftly.
“I’m sorry, Miss Lake, but we can no longer have you stay at this school. You will never be allowed to set foot in this campus again. Clear out your locker and go home. I have already informed social services, and they will contact you soon to discuss where you will be placed now. Please hand in your textbooks to the library before you leave.” When Jones finished speaking, Miss Lake stood up and left the room without a word.
What happened next left Principal Jones wishing she took an early retirement.
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