The way Missy swung herself into a seat was heavy. She had a hand on the arm and then pulled herself around, landing in an immediate slouch. One leg crossed over the other, she just left her backpack sitting at the base of the chair, leaning on the leg. Her blue eyes dropped immediately to her fingernails and she started picking at a cuticle, letting her hair fall over her face.
The woman on the other side of the desk shook her head slowly, pursing her lips as she watched the smaller female in front of her. Mrs, Carter looked large behind her desk, her slightly wrinkled hands folded on her desk top. Greying hair was folded into a bun, and her somewhat sharp nose supported a pair of wiry glasses.
"Melissa, I thought I told you I didn't want to be seeing you here again.." Mrs. Carter's stern voice was perfect from many years of use. She shook her head, just a bit sadly. "I just don't see what the problem is..." Missy just continued picking at her nails, not looking up at the woman at all. She sighed heavily as she worked on the dirt that had found her way beneath them as she had been out back smoking her cigarette.
"Miss. Cornette..." The voice made Missy cringe, and her eyes snapped up to meet the older woman's. Melissa's eyes were green and upon closer examination, there was a bit of gold woven into them. Though now, now they were almost glowing with the gold. She tilted her head, just a touch and looked straight at the woman.
"Yah ain' gunna fix nothin'. Jus' give me my detention and le' me go." The slouch of the teen deepened as she glared at her principal.
"I just don't think that's working, Miss Cornette. I think I'm going to have to call your mother about that boy of yours. I just don't see how such a bright well behaved young lady has become such a trouble maker. He's not forcing you, is he, Melissa?"
"Tha's not my damn name." She sat up, suddenly, kicking her backpack to the side. "An' JC isn' makin' me do nothin'. He's the only one tha' ain' sayin one thing and doin another." Shaking her head at the woman, Missy suddenly stood up and grabbed her bag, hooking it over one shoulder. "You're all hypocrites an' I'm jus' sick o' hearin' it."
Storming out, Melissa slammed the door behind her.
The woman on the other side of the desk shook her head slowly, pursing her lips as she watched the smaller female in front of her. Mrs, Carter looked large behind her desk, her slightly wrinkled hands folded on her desk top. Greying hair was folded into a bun, and her somewhat sharp nose supported a pair of wiry glasses.
"Melissa, I thought I told you I didn't want to be seeing you here again.." Mrs. Carter's stern voice was perfect from many years of use. She shook her head, just a bit sadly. "I just don't see what the problem is..." Missy just continued picking at her nails, not looking up at the woman at all. She sighed heavily as she worked on the dirt that had found her way beneath them as she had been out back smoking her cigarette.
"Miss. Cornette..." The voice made Missy cringe, and her eyes snapped up to meet the older woman's. Melissa's eyes were green and upon closer examination, there was a bit of gold woven into them. Though now, now they were almost glowing with the gold. She tilted her head, just a touch and looked straight at the woman.
"Yah ain' gunna fix nothin'. Jus' give me my detention and le' me go." The slouch of the teen deepened as she glared at her principal.
"I just don't think that's working, Miss Cornette. I think I'm going to have to call your mother about that boy of yours. I just don't see how such a bright well behaved young lady has become such a trouble maker. He's not forcing you, is he, Melissa?"
"Tha's not my damn name." She sat up, suddenly, kicking her backpack to the side. "An' JC isn' makin' me do nothin'. He's the only one tha' ain' sayin one thing and doin another." Shaking her head at the woman, Missy suddenly stood up and grabbed her bag, hooking it over one shoulder. "You're all hypocrites an' I'm jus' sick o' hearin' it."
Storming out, Melissa slammed the door behind her.