6 Jun 2019, 09:34
Principal's Office
31st of October, 2016
Elmwood Primary School
West London
Elmwood Primary School
West London
Isaiah tried not to think of the principal as he sat at the office of Elmwood Primary School.
It was a shabby-looking office, the chairs’, lined up against one side, quickly loosing its outer layer, a carpet-like material the colour of rubies, and the desk etched with centuries-old graffiti carvings. The 80’s-style furniture gave away the age of the place, and the floor, a carpet with peeling-up edges, let all visitors know that this was far from a posh school.
The lady at the desk’s name was Doreen Smith but was known as Office Lady to all frequent visitors of the school; Isaiah had even heard one of the teachers refer to the old lady by that name once or twice. She wasn’t a kind-looking lady, with arched, grey eyebrows, but was known to have a soft spot to the younger children. The elder kids at Elmwood P.S. had a harder time. She was neither kind nor sympathetic to them, and many despised her.
She gave Isaiah a frown now, even though, Isaiah though, she doesn’t know why I’m in here. But he shouldn’t be that surprised, he supposed. The Office Lady had done worse things.
“Isaiah Lewis?”
Isaiah turned to the direction of the voice, which came from Mr. Alexopoulos, the principal, a Greek man, in his late 40’s, with thick, salt and pepper hair, dark eyes, and a thin build. For a principal, he was alright. He didn’t go over the top when it came to rules and played soccer with the kids at lunch time.
But he was also trying to ‘reform’ the school. Elmwood wasn’t the poshest, and the only reason kids came here was either because it’s close, or it’s cheap. The classrooms were slowly decaying, and not enough resources to go around. Mr. Alexopoulos tried to fix these things, by getting funds and advertising the school in local newspapers. And while he’s doing a good job, it’s hard to improve a school like Elmwood, so it’s slow going.
Unlike the other kids, Isaiah didn’t like Mr. Alexopoulos at all. Probably not the poor man’s fault, and more the fact that he was the one who had to dish out Isaiah’s punishments.
Standing up to get the attention of the principal, Isaiah fiddled with the corners of his fraying, black and blue bomber jumper, slightly nervous. His parents were never happy when Isaiah got in trouble at school. Over the years, they had gotten used to the issue, but it never failed to raise their 'angry-side', as Isaiah liked to call it. They had a good reason to be angry, of course. As a magical family, it was considered ideal to look 'normal' in the eyes of Muggles, so they wouldn't suspect anything. It was hard to do that with a child like Isaiah, and after a hard day at work, a call from the school was the last thing they needed.
Mr. Alexopoulos smiled at Isaiah, but that didn't trick the young boy. Even he knew that the principal was sick of Isaiah. No matter how many times he was told the rules, given punishments, or had his parents called, Isaiah continued to misbehave, with no regard of future consequences.
"Come into my office, Isaiah," he said to the boy. "And please sit in the red chair, make yourself comfortable."
Isaiah mentally sighed as he headed into office, dreading his punishment.
Last edited by Isaiah Lewis on 23 Jun 2019, 12:26, edited 5 times in total.
"Expect the unexpected. And whenever possible, be the unexpected.”
Stamina: 8丨Evasion: 4丨Strength: 9丨Wisdom: 4丨Arcane Power: 5丨Accuracy: 5
7 Jun 2019, 17:13
Principal's Office
[quote]Mr. Alexopoulos's office was surprisingly messy. Stacks of unfinished paperwork overflowed from the white shelves, and pens lay scattered on the desk's surface. Days-old coffee mugs, at least five in number, sat in various spots around the room, and Isaiah could spot a purple chocolate wrapper sticking out from one of the drawers.
Isaiah had been in this room more times than he could count, and the place was very familiar, yet not in a reassuring way. In fact, the memories attached to this place were often anything but.
The first time Isaiah had ever been in trouble was at the innocent age of six, when he was still reasonably new to the school. It had been during a P.E. lesson, when Isaiah had been passing a ball with his partner, a tall boy named George.
George had thrown the ball at Isaiah, and Isaiah had caught it, feeling the roughness of the ageing ball in his hands. And, at that very moment, a cloud had drifted away, revealing the sun in all its brightness. The ball, orange in colour, had lit up, like a light bulb switched on, in the light. Isaiah's eyes had widened in amazement, and he had held the ball closer to his face, to get a better look. Not for long though - soon enough, George had yelled for the ball, and Isaiah had been forced to throw the ball back to the blonde-haired boy.
But, the memory of the neon-orange ball had stayed with Isaiah for the rest of the day, long after that P.E. lesson was over, and Isaiah knew that, whatever the cost, he had to have that amazing, marvelous ball. It was all he could think about for the whole of the day. Back at home, Isaiah didn't have a lot of toys, and the ones that he did have, well, the majority of them were hand-me-downs from his two older brothers. The prospect of a new, better toy was very appealing to him.
So, at the end of the day, instead of walking home, Isaiah had headed over to the Sports Hall. Mrs. Down, the sports teacher, had never bothered to close the door, because programs after school often used them, so Isaiah had no trouble getting in.
Isaiah had entered the storage room, and flicked a switch on, which had illuminated the room. And there, in the middle of the room, lay his ball. It wasn't as bright as before, as the sun didn't enter this room, but it was there, and Isaiah knew that if he took it home, and showed it to the light once again, his precious item would light up.
Isaiah had taken the ball home; and, for the next couple of days, Isaiah had played with that thing from dusk until dawn. Unfortunately, the school soon realized that it was missing a ball, and the younger Isaiah hadn't seen the security cameras situated near the room. So, alas, Isaiah was sent to the office for the first time.
Isaiah had only received a light punishment, but that experience had opened up the door of crime to him. He wasn't a bad person, but he had loved the euphoria of stealing, the excitement and the danger. He had lost count long ago of how many days he had entered the principal's office, but there were lots. No matter the punishments, to Isaiah, it was always worth it.
As Isaiah took a seat in a red chair, near the wooden desk, Mr. Alexopoulos sighed as he took another seat, this one white.
"Isaiah... you know you're not meant to climb the fences."
Isaiah nodded, but didn't say anything. The principal watched him, drumming his fingers on the desk as he did so.
"You've got clean-up duty for two days, okay? And if you're late for one of them, another day will be added."
Isaiah nodded. "Can I go now?" He said, "I have to get home early tonight."
Mr. Alexopoulos stopped his drumming fingers, and nodded.
"But please, Isaiah, no more trouble?"
Isaiah grinned, but didn't say anything. And before Mr. Alexopoulos could call him back, the boy ran out of the office, not even bothering to close the office door.
Isaiah had been in this room more times than he could count, and the place was very familiar, yet not in a reassuring way. In fact, the memories attached to this place were often anything but.
The first time Isaiah had ever been in trouble was at the innocent age of six, when he was still reasonably new to the school. It had been during a P.E. lesson, when Isaiah had been passing a ball with his partner, a tall boy named George.
George had thrown the ball at Isaiah, and Isaiah had caught it, feeling the roughness of the ageing ball in his hands. And, at that very moment, a cloud had drifted away, revealing the sun in all its brightness. The ball, orange in colour, had lit up, like a light bulb switched on, in the light. Isaiah's eyes had widened in amazement, and he had held the ball closer to his face, to get a better look. Not for long though - soon enough, George had yelled for the ball, and Isaiah had been forced to throw the ball back to the blonde-haired boy.
But, the memory of the neon-orange ball had stayed with Isaiah for the rest of the day, long after that P.E. lesson was over, and Isaiah knew that, whatever the cost, he had to have that amazing, marvelous ball. It was all he could think about for the whole of the day. Back at home, Isaiah didn't have a lot of toys, and the ones that he did have, well, the majority of them were hand-me-downs from his two older brothers. The prospect of a new, better toy was very appealing to him.
So, at the end of the day, instead of walking home, Isaiah had headed over to the Sports Hall. Mrs. Down, the sports teacher, had never bothered to close the door, because programs after school often used them, so Isaiah had no trouble getting in.
Isaiah had entered the storage room, and flicked a switch on, which had illuminated the room. And there, in the middle of the room, lay his ball. It wasn't as bright as before, as the sun didn't enter this room, but it was there, and Isaiah knew that if he took it home, and showed it to the light once again, his precious item would light up.
Isaiah had taken the ball home; and, for the next couple of days, Isaiah had played with that thing from dusk until dawn. Unfortunately, the school soon realized that it was missing a ball, and the younger Isaiah hadn't seen the security cameras situated near the room. So, alas, Isaiah was sent to the office for the first time.
Isaiah had only received a light punishment, but that experience had opened up the door of crime to him. He wasn't a bad person, but he had loved the euphoria of stealing, the excitement and the danger. He had lost count long ago of how many days he had entered the principal's office, but there were lots. No matter the punishments, to Isaiah, it was always worth it.
As Isaiah took a seat in a red chair, near the wooden desk, Mr. Alexopoulos sighed as he took another seat, this one white.
"Isaiah... you know you're not meant to climb the fences."
Isaiah nodded, but didn't say anything. The principal watched him, drumming his fingers on the desk as he did so.
"You've got clean-up duty for two days, okay? And if you're late for one of them, another day will be added."
Isaiah nodded. "Can I go now?" He said, "I have to get home early tonight."
Mr. Alexopoulos stopped his drumming fingers, and nodded.
"But please, Isaiah, no more trouble?"
Isaiah grinned, but didn't say anything. And before Mr. Alexopoulos could call him back, the boy ran out of the office, not even bothering to close the office door.
"Expect the unexpected. And whenever possible, be the unexpected.”
Stamina: 8丨Evasion: 4丨Strength: 9丨Wisdom: 4丨Arcane Power: 5丨Accuracy: 5