Clara

I trudged over to the principal’s office while Mr. Tofu dragged me along. Good thing the bell hadn’t rung yet. I would be the laughingstock of the year if someone even took a glance at me.

I hung my head all the way until I stepped in to the office.

The place was magical. The desk was draped in a chunky wool blanket, and that was the only piece of school furniture in there.

At the far corner, you have beanbag and hanging chairs, while at the opposite end, a floating pond.

It was like being in a low light, soft meditation place that YouTubers would use so they could get more subscribers.

Right in the middle was my principal, Mrs. Lafayette.

2015 Sweetheart Pageant Winner, and Head Honcho of Holly Middle.

In yoga pants. Neon colored. She was in a butterfly pose.

Mr. Tofu looked taken back and turned away. He cleared his throat.

Mrs. Lafayette saw us and smiled.

“Rody! Clarissa! How nice of you to join us during yoga day!” Mrs. Lafayette chirped.

“Mrs. Lafayette, Clarissa is in trouble. I suggest yoga is not the consequence,” Mr. Tofu barked, trying not to turn pale as Mrs. Lafayette twisted herself into a human pretzel.

“Oh dear, what is it now, Rody?” Mrs. Lafayette sighed, as she unbent and sat cross-legged.

“She used a hall pass and spent it looking for Damien Richards,” Mr Tofu barked again, his bushy mustache bouncing up and down.

Mrs. Lafayette and I tried not to laugh. Then my principal stood up.

“I will have a talk with Clarissa. Expect her by the end of the lesson,” Mrs. Lafayette spoke.

Mr. T blew his mustache and stormed out.

The minute he stormed out, Mrs. Lafayette and I laughed until we cried. After a couple of minutes, she wiped a tear from her face.

“Now, what is the real problem?” Mrs. L spoke, bouncing up and down on a huge bouncy ball.

I told Mrs. L about everything. She got very pale and fell off her bouncy ball. I quickly caught her.

Mrs. L thanked me. She strolled over to her desk and scribbled a note.

“Here, use this to get back to class,” Mrs. Lafayette spoke.

I left the room also feeling dazed. If my principal was also worried, then something must be wrong.

I looked at the clock. It was almost 9.

I hurried to the classroom, where a frenzied Mr. Tofu was waiting.