Defining Paranoia

In the Principal's Office

"Do you know why you're here?"

She couldn't look him in the eye. What she did was even beyond her wildest imaginations.

"Answer me!"

She grimaced as his voice cut through the air. She gripped the chair she was sitting on.

"Don't you dare play with me young lady … "

She was holding on to the chair. A nail broke. She hated breaking a nail. She had just gotten them freshly manicured that morning.

"Look at me!"

She looked up at him. He was staring at her. He had that same look in his eyes. The look he gave her every time she was here.

"You know what I am capable of … "

Of course she knew. She knew that her future was at risk. That one more mistake and she can kiss everything she ever worked for goodbye. She knew that one mistake could end it … and one could let it pass.

"So … "

She was watching him. He stood up right. He was a tall man. He had his hands behind his back. He had big hands. He circled her. Her eyes followed him. Finally he stopped, ran a hand through his thick black hair and then turned to her direction. He folded his arms in front of his chest. He had strong arms. His dark eyes stared down at her.

"I'm going to repeat this. I want you to give me the right answer this time"

Her nail was broken. What was she going to do about that? He put his hands on the arms of her chair forcing her to place her hands on her lap. He looked her straight in the eye.

"Do you know why you're here?"

She closed her eyes. What kind of deep shit had she gotten herself into?


A few minutes later …

She exited his office. She held her books close to her chest. Her eyes were following her feet movement. Her feet were taking her to her next destination. She didn't know where that was. All she could remember was the answer to his question and the punishment that followed …

"I've been a very bad girl … "

His grin made her sick to the stomach …

posted by 5ada @ 10:52 AM