(Kyle) All right, this should be the Principal's office.
Does this look like a Principal's office to you?
(Angie) What, what are you talking about?
(Grace) Hi.
(Kyle) that.
(Angie) Huh?
You know what that doesn't really look like a Principal's office to me,
Looks more like a-
(Grace) Like an administrative office.
(Angie) Yeah, something like that.
(Mrs.Farth) Can I help you three with something?
(Angie) Oh! Yes, uh, we're here for our papers.
(Mrs.Farth) Well sit yourself down.
(Angie) Um.
Okay.
(Mrs.Farth) All right, I'll go tell Mr.White that uh,
you are here to pick up your papers.
Just give me a moment
Oh and uh,
You're the last uh, students he's seeing before lunch.
so any other students come in here needing something, and if nobody's been beaten up
Or is bleeding then uh, just tell them they can come back later.
(Kyle) All right, thank you.
Ow, these pillows feel like brick.
(Angie) Yeah, they're really bad.
Oh, what are these made out of plastic?
(Grace) Well, I don't know how you guys but I really like this ottoman. It's bouncy.
*Grace giggles*
Boing, boing, boing.
(Kyle) Well I'm glad YOU'RE having fun.
(Angie) Hey, don't be don't be rude. Okay? You little butt.
(Kyle) I hope you know you're terrible at insults.
(Angie) Well, you're terrible sitting on a couch.
(Kyle) Ow, oh...
(Mrs.Farth) All right, the principal can see you know. I actually didn't go in his office, but um.
He knows you're here. I think I don't know he's probably napping just go on in.
(Angie) Alrighty then let's go, Kyle.
And Grace.
C'mon.
*Grace kisses Kyle on forehead*
(Grace) Hope you feel better.
(Kyle) Ow.
(Angie) Um just one question, why can't we get the papers here?
(Mrs.farth) because, I SAID SO you got that?
(Angie) Okay, guys let's go.
(Grace) Aahh!
(Kyle) Mm-hmm.
(Angie) well now we know better than to mess with the administrative lady.
(Kyle) Yeah, right?
(grace) Um,
so are we going to the principal's office now?
(Angie) Yeah, I guess so.
Let's go.
(Grace) Alrighty! Hehe.
(Kyle) Hey, wait up.
(Grace) Woah.
(Angie) What is it? Oh, wow.
(Kyle) What are you guys gasping a...bout.
Woah.
*Mr.White snoring*
(Kyle) Somebody is asleep.
(Angie) I'm going to take a wild guess here and say that's our principal.
(Kyle) Our principal sleeping on the job?
Never.
(Angie) Kyle, you don't even know him.
(Kyle) That means absolutely nothing.
Okay maybe it does.
(Grace) Well, someone outta wake him up.
(Angie) She has a point.
We do need our papers.
(Kyle) Why are these papers so important anyway? What are they?
(Angie) if I remember correctly there our schedule and uh, map
(Kyle) We don't need a schedule or a map.
I bet we could find a way around easily and besides don't they like announce,
What class you must go to next?
(Angie) pretty sure that's not how it works, but you can think whatever you like.
(Mr.White) I FEEL A DISTURBANCE IN THE CANDY BOWL!
(Grace) Aaahh!
(Angie) Ow.
*Grace hyperventilating*
(Angie) Uh Grace, what the?
What?
What-who Who are you? Why are you disturbing my sleep?
(Angie) Uh, sir? I'm Angie. This is Kyle and Grace.
(Kyle) I'm Kyle
(Grace) I'm Grace.
(Mr.White) Ah, you must be our new students,
I apologize just I'm very sensitive when it comes to my peppermints.
(Angie) Yes, I can *Cough* Tell.
(Mr.white) I suppose you're going to want your papers.
Correct?
(Angie) Um, yes sir. That would be very kind sir.
(Mr.White) Finally, students who actually respect there Elders. let me get them for you.
(Angie) Uh, just one question.
(Mr.White) Hmm?
(Angie) What are these papers for exactly?
(Mr.White) Ah, yes.
The question of a thousand answers.
Actually, it's only of a couple of answers.
Well, one you need a map to the school because it's uh, it's pretty huge.
Two, your schedule.
Let's see, Grace, Kyle, Angie.
And last and certainly not least a list of things you can participate in,
after school if you wish.
(Grace) What-what sorts of-of things if you don't mind me asking.
(Mr.White) Well, we have extra art classes,
We have some art classes already but if you want to take some after-school one-on-one with the teacher,
those are available.
Um.
sports of course, cheerleading.
A range of different things, and of course you can go to the study hall and
work on your homework before you go home if your parents can't pick you up until later.
and of course there will be a couple other librarians there to make sure that nobody beat each other because
that happened, at some point.
(Angie) Okay, great.
But we really only need one right? Because you know we're all going to the same classes.
But you know, if we get separated.
(Mr.White) I believe you misconception there Angie.
(Angie) Hmm?
What sort of misconception?
(Mr.White) You're not going to have all of the same classes You know.
(Angie) What?
(Kyle) What?
(Grace) What?
(Mr.White) Yes i'm afraid so.
It says here that you were homeschooled at the orphanage, so I'm not surprised that you are uh,
surprised.
of course it is how the school system works.
So,
You'll have to get over yourselves
(Grace) But, but, but,
I don't wanna be separated from my family.
(Mr.White) It will be ok miss Grace. You'll have great teachers and very friendly students,
Who I'm sure you'll make great friends with.
anyway.
Uh,
You can go now.
(Kyle) Oh, just one thing. I want to ask.
Uh-
(Angie) Ah! What is that noise?
*Kyle meowing in panic*
(Grace) Ow-ow-ow.
*Kyle hyperventilating*
(Angie) Kyle calm down!
(Kyle) I don't like the noise I don't like it I don't like it.
(Mr.White) Mr.Kyle, refrain from destroying my furniture if you please!
(Kyle) Sorry teach, couldn't hear you from up here.
(Mr.White) Mr.Kyle, Do you believe this is how should behave in school?
(Kyle) No sir.
(Mr.White)I didn't think, so now get down!
(Kyle) Sorry, sir.
(Grace) I have a boo-boo.
*Angie gasps*
(Angie) Grace!
(Kyle) oh shoot.
Sorry Grace.
(Grace) Ow...
(Mr.White) Would you like to explain what that was about that?
(Kyle) Sorry, sir. I-I wasn't expecting that noise, I-
I Got-uh
sur-surprised.
(Angie) Sure, Kyle, let's go with that.
(Kyle) Hey, shut up!
(Mr.White) Ahem, please pick up the mess that you have just made.
(Kyle) Uh, yes sir.
*Mr.White sighs*
(Mr.White) Goodness gracious.
Oh, You're going to need permission slips because that noise, the bell,
that you just heard, means classes already started. I'll write up some and put it in your files.
(Kyle) Uh,
Thank you, sir
(Mr.White) Here we go.
Fortunately, you'll have all the same, first class together, and I believe you all have art at the same time.
But otherwise you will probably put in separate classes.
anyway.
You may leave now.
(Kyle) Hehe.
(Angie) What are you laughing about?
(Kyle) Nothing.
(Angie) Okay Kyle, What are you smiling about?
(Grace) Yeah?
(Kyle) What? What are you talking about? I'm not smiling about anything.
(Angie) I.
Don't.
Believe.
You.
(Kyle) Wow,
harsh.
Really, it's nothing.
Just some peppermints is all.
*Angie takes deep breath*
(Angie) Oh my gosh.
(Kyle) See? Nothing to worry about.
(Angie) Na-nothing to worry about? Nothing to worry about?
*Angie starts laugh-panicking*
Nothing to-nothing to worry about?
You freaking, stole, his,
peppermints.
(Kyle) Yeah, so there's a peppermints no one's gonna get killed over them.
(Angie) Wha-were you even there?
Did you even pay attention that guy freakin had a seizure.
Or heart-attack or something when Grace touched the bowl!
He's like, there's a force in the-
There's a disturbance of force or whatever, are you out of your freakin mind?
(Kyle) Well, I mean probably
(Grace) Oh no, we're gonna get in trouble, we're gonna be in trouble, I don't wanna be in trouble, I don't wanna be in trouble.
(Kyle) Oh come on Grace,
you're not gonna get in trouble. And besides trouble is my middle name.
(Angie) I thought you middle name is-
(Kyle) SHHHHHSHSHSHHHH!
Nobody needs to know!
(Angie) Kyle, we're the only ones in the hallway
There's, there's no else.
(Kyle) Well,
Who knows who's watching, there's three paintings and there's three sides of a triangle which means
illuminati and and there's three sets of lockers, which means illuminati
and, and, and, and, and there's three sets of snacks in the vending machine and, and, and-
*SMACK*
(Kyle) OW!
WHY DID YOU DO THAT?
(Angie) Well you work that shut up on your own, so I helped you.
(Grace) That was kind of funny.
(Kyle) No it wasn't! Oh my nose hurts.
I'm gonna go to class, see you weirdos there.
(Angie) We're right behind you! let's go.
(Grace) Yay!
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