Hell School

Chapter Nine

 Hell school(chapter9)

In fate's hands...

  Our freedom were now in fate's cruel hands. Johnson has done what he could do to headstart us into redemption. 

 "How did you guys come to know about this?" Principal Damon asked.

 "It was the reason why we came here in the first place," I went on, "this video originally contained Yvonne's death."

Principal Damon listened curiously. He stared at us, together with Johnson.

 "Where is it then?" Principal Damon asked, tilting his chair toward me and Ronald, who sat closest to him.

 *We don't know sir," I said, still maintaining my confidence and calmness, "someone's been messing with the school's transmission lately."

Johnson looked at Principal Damon. Their eyes connected and said words we did not understand. Principal Damon got up from his seat, adjusted his suit, he said "I see you boys think this is a game, one of your little teenage pranks." He went straight for the door, not showing any sign of enthusiasm.

Johnson hurried to stop him, holding the door by the handle. They chatted in an indistinctive tone. Ronald and I lloked worried as we tried to decipher what they were saying, then Johnson threw his eyes on us and then whispered.

 "They could be right. I am not saying it is hundred percent true, but there is something more to their story," we heard him whisper to Principal Damon, who also fell his eyes on us, rubbing his chaffed lips.

 Principal Damon sighed, cleared his throat, then turned to us, "I will look more into this story of yours. If what you are saying happens to be true, you might escape a total expulsion from the board," he said, with an unaltered cold face that made our faces bloom with joy, "but you will still have to face the music for breaking into the school's security room." He walked out of the room. Johnson closed the door seeing him off.

We were left alone in the cold room, awaiting Johnson's arrival.

 I beamed at Ronald with a wide grin on my face but his reactions weren't corresponding with my actions. I guess he must be mad. Mad at me, mad at Johnson, mad at Principal Damon and whosoever is messing with our heads. But why will he be mad at me? I didn't really care, I have learned my lesson, and glad that I will be leaving school tomorrow with a suspension, definite or indefinite. And yes, break the news with a smile to my mother. 

 Fate gave us another opportunity to turn a new leaf, and I was not going to trade it for anything or anybody -- not even Ronald. The room was awfully quiet, neither Ronald nor I said a word to each other. Johnson walked in and I appreciated it. This nightmare was over. 

 He sauntered to his seat, exhaling sharply, he placed his hands on the table, resting it on his elbows. His hands were clutched together, he looked at us for a while, then tut pitifully.

 "I guess it is time to go home," he said. He looked into his table's shelf, "you boys should not go yapping about it to your friends."

I understood what he was saying.

 "About what sir?" Ronald asked softly.

Johnson glared at him.

 "About Yvonne," I whispered into Ronald's ears. 

 "Oh, I understand," he said without saying thank you or looking at me.

I didn't care.

 Johnson slid a short pamphlet to us -- one for each. We picked it up and glanced through it. We didn't understand what it was, and Johnson saw our puzzled look.

 "Don't strain too much on it," he said, "just go home and take a shower, there is school tomorrow, right?" 

 We responded with a knod and echoed, "thank you."

His voice stopped us as we were about to open the door, we looked back at him.

 "Don't forget to put down your contacts on your way out," he said, then continued searching through his shelf. We froze for a moment, his voice startled us saying, "what are you still waiting for?". We responded with a smile and hurried to the reception. 

 We filled every required boxes and spaces on the paper.

 "What is wrong lover boy?" Ellaine said, noticing his unusual frown. 

Ronald picked his pamphlet from the table and forced a smile, "just feeling a little under the weather," he said. 

 "Get well soon," she said with a flirty smile. 

We walked away. 

 Ronald marched on without looking behind. I tried to keep up with his pace, but he won't slow down.

 "Hey dude wait up," I said, running to him as he was about to open his car.

 My phone rang. It was my mother. 

 "Hello mum," I said watching Ronald start his engine. I really was not going to believe that he would do such a thing to me until he drove off.

 I had forgotten I was in a conversation with my mother.

 "Hello," she called back my attention.

 "Yeah, um, I'm at Ronald's house," I lied. My mother always call to check on me each time she's on a night shift.

 "Okay son, take care," she said, "always remember mama loves you," she smooched me over the phone. She would have cuddled me if she was with me. 

 With Ronald gone, and stranded at a police station, I had no idea if this was how second chances kick off. I looked at my phone screen, the time says 11:45pm. Almost midnight!. I saw multiple missed calls and messages of Miranda. I am approximately three miles away from home, forward was the only thing I could do. This is where my Navy summer training pays off.

 I trekked back home in a state of bewilderment. Multiple thoughts crossed my mind: was he really mad at me or was it something else. I saw a different side of Ronald tonight.

 I got home after two hours and thirty seven minutes -- my record time. I went straight up to my room and slumped on my bed. 

 I closed my eyes and slowly I succumbs to nature.