I stand at Mr Sinclair's door frozen. That girl just ran out crying her eyes out. He can be so intimidating when his angry. I can see his fists clenching and unclenching and his jaw is locked tight.
We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. My bloods draining from my face, my heart is pounding, my hands are shaking. I don't want to go in there while his like this. Why do I have to see him three times a day while on report.
I hear his footsteps and my eyes widen, fuck....
His coming closer, I take a few steps back and try to make a run for it but it's too late. He grabs hold of my arm
'where do you think you're going?'
He questions, I feel like a dear caught in headlights again.
'In and sit' my feet move while my brain is screaming not too, I'm so screwed right now.
Sitting at my chair by his desk I look up, he seems content then walks over and it sits down too. 'Report'
I hand over my report card with tentative fingers, as soon as he has it my hands whip back to myself.
'Where were you second period Abby? It's not been signed' he asks.
'I um.. I' I can't think of an excuse.
'Spit it out' he quips sternly.
'I didn't go sir' I really can't think of an excuse so I just tell him the truth. Partly.
I went home, but I can't tell him this. He will have me chained to him at this rate.
Clara is still at school even though the others are suspended, to get payback for them she threw flour over me during cooking. I was a mess, I had to go home to shower and change.
I can't tell him this though, his clearly in a bad mood already. He made it clear before his read my folder.
He looks at me irritatedly, his voice is stern
'why? We discussed this did we not? You know the consequences of being late or not going'
'I'm sorry sir'
'you say sorry but you keep doing it'
He silent for a moment
'come I have lunch duty' he says rising from his seat. I honestly thought he was going to give me an earful but surprisingly Im getting off lightly.
We walk along in silence until we get to the lunch hall.
'Sit there and don't move' he points to a table and chair at the back of the lunch hall. Maybe I haven't got off so lightly, now his embarrassing me. Agh.
He saunters off to the cashier, speaks with her then patrols the lunch hall. A few minutes later a dinner lady sets a tray on the table and leaves. People are looking at me, some are laughing and pointing, others just mind their own business. This is so embarrassing! I get we have detention but to have it in front of the lunch hall is mortifying.
To my utter dismay Mr Sinclair walks up to me half way through lunch
'eat, now' he says sternly.
'I'm not hungry' I mumble back.
He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest. Waiting... I sigh heavily and eat. He wonders off but keeps an eye on me, every few minutes glancing over.
When the bell goes he ushers students along to their next class. When the hall is empty he strides over to me leans over and says
'that wasn't so hard, was it?
I gulp and shrug my shoulders. I should have just eaten when the tray was put down.
'Come' he orders so I get up and follow him back to his classroom.
I'm starting to really hate his room.