“Hey,” you greeted lida as you met on the corner near your block, “how did it go with talking to the psychologist and whoever else it was that you needed to speak to about Mum and Mrs Craig/Aunty Jane/Principal?” Then you paused. “God, she has too many names.”
“It went very well,” he replied with a smile as he fell in step with you, “I am hoping that we will have a chance to talk to principal Craig today to let her know that, with her permission, your mother will be notified of her whereabouts and- should your mother approve the visitation, she will be allowed to make contact.”
“Mmmm,” you hummed, “so we have to ask Mrs Craig if it’s ok that her sister knows that she’s around-” you pointed your hands from left to right “-and then her sister has to say she wants to see her?” Again you pointed from right to left.
“Yes,” lida nodded.
“Man, so many formalities!” you said, throwing your hands up, “but I get it. My mum might not
want to see her… I hope she does though. It’ll be good for the two of them.”
lida nodded his agreement again as you both entered the school grounds, making your way towards the main building.
“Rep,” a male member of the school council greeted lida as he made his way over to the two of you, bowing politely, “Principal Craig asked for me to escort you and miss Y/N to the office once you arrived here. She said it was an urgent matter!”
You and lida looked at each other before lida turned his head back to his under underclassman and addressed him.
“Thank you, kouhai, please take us there,” he said, falling in behind his younger club member.
“Well, this is good timing?” you whispered to him as you walked, “we can talk to Mrs Craig about the uh, thing regarding that visit.”
“Yes, it will be a good meeting. Although I am curious as to the reason for principal Craig calling on us so early in the morning?”
“Who knows,” you replied with a shrug.
You all reached the office and lida thanked the
“Please take a seat, you two,” the receptionist said in a stern voice as she scowled over her glasses at the two of you, “Mrs Craig will attend to you in a moment.”
“Attend? The fuck?” you thought as you sat down, giving the receptionist a dirty look.
You allowed the dirty look to stay on your face long enough to show the receptionist your displeasure at her words, but then relaxed as lida reached across for your hand.
“It will be ok,” he reassured you, having seen your reaction to the receptionists words.
You gave him a little smile then sat back, waiting for your principal/aunty to call you in.
A few moments later she opened her door and called you both forward, her lips pressed into a thin line of disapproval.
“Hey?” you greeted her once she had closed the office door behind you all, “what’s up?”
“Please take a seat,” she said stiffly.
You sat down but watched her as she walked
around behind her desk and stood. She seemed to be a little annoyed about something but you had no idea what it could be.
“Were the two of you at the local Seiyu yesterday evening after school?” She asked pointedly.
“Yes?” you replied, scrunching your eyebrows together, “why?”
“I have had a complaint from someone that you and a male, I’m assuming lida, we’re causing an uproar in the store.”
“Language Y/N,” both Principal Craig and lida chided you,
“No seriously. What. The. Hell.” you punctuated, immediately getting riled up.
“The report was, that you were crashing into shelves, having sex in the aisles, and then making derogatory comments about a fellow customer,” Principal Craig said in a very irked tone.
“Oh please,” you scoffed with annoyance, “do you seriously believe that bullshit?”
“Y/N, I’m going to have to give you a detention for your inappropriate language and for your behavior outside of school. Your conduct has set a bad example to the other students and to the rest of our local community. We have certain values and principals that we uphold and I will not allow you to mar our reputation; and lida… I will be taking your title of class Representative—,”
“What?!” you snapped, jumping up, “we don’t even get to tell our side of the story? You’d believe the story of some fucking Karen over us and then, without even asking for an explanation- take Tenya’s title? I don’t think so! You can give me all the detentions you want. Expel me. Make an example of me. But don’t you dare take Tenya’s title.”
“Y/N, please,” lida whispered, mortified.
“No.” You looked at him then looked back to your aunty but your comment still being directed towards him as you stared her down, “you’ve always protected me, Tenya, now its my turn to stand up for you.”
Mrs Craig stood silently, staring at this sudden protective side that you had never shown before. All the times she had threatened you with calling home you would back down.
But you were different now.
“For your information,” you spat vehemently, “the trolley did crash into the shelving but I placed all the items back in their rightful place. ALL un-damaged, might I add. As for the sex, are you kidding me? You KNOW that’s false, shame on you for even so much as entertaining the credibility of that accusation, and lastly; making derogatory comments about a fellow shopper. The TERM I used was ‘avant-garde- which, when referring to fashion, means: a forward-looking movement animated by innovative designers and artists who dare to go against the mainstream and propose ideas that stand out from the conventional, WHICH I would HARDLY call a derogatory comment. So fuck your chicken strips. If you’re going to be such a prude then throw me out of this school. I want nothing more to do with you.”
Mrs Craig’s eyes widened and welled with tears as you stood there, fists balled up and nostrils flaring, irate that she was being like this.
Tense silence reigned as everyone in the room remained stunned by your sudden flurry of words, voluntarily mute as you waited for her response.
Sudenty lida stood up beside you and bowed his head towards her. “Principal Craig. I take full responsibility for—,”
“Shut up, Tenya. I, take full responsibility for this. I was the one who hopped into the trolley. I WAS the one who said it didn’t matter that we were in school clothing. I know the accusations against us are exaggerated and mostly untrue but I won’t let you be dragged into this,” you snapped at him, then turned your attention back to the principal, “let Tenya go, right now, WITH his title and then let’s have you and I talk this out.”