He spoke in a slow, calm voice. “Now ladies, this behavior is unbecoming and absolutely the furthest thing from acceptable. First of all,…” He paused and surveyed the damage. “Both of you are sorely out of dress code.” He pointed at Laura. “That skirt is far too short. 4-5 inches I presume? De-plorable. Your ass cheeks are hanging out and I’ll have no more of it.” He shook his head. “Would you let your daughter wear that? You know our standard is just past the knee. I’m very disappointed in you Ms. Branch.” He turned to Cara. Her lab coat had been completely torn to shreds. He glared. “And you, young lady, …your choice of outfit is simply detestable. Do you think I’m running a whore house? Leave at least something covered for the imagination. This might be the worst uniform infraction I’ve ever…”
“Uhh sir, you’re not going to comment on the damage?” Milliard said timidly.
“I was just getting to that. This damage is the worst attack this city has ever sustained! Over a boy? Unacceptable. Laura, you are being issued 50 demerits. Likely enough to drop you from Beta to Celtic Squad. Cara, for inciting this incident and attempting to seduce an engaged man, so unbecoming…I am issuing you 75 demerits. Dropping you from Delta Squad to Epsilon. Head to the locker room and get dressed, in school appropriate attire please.”
He dropped them and they walked out of the room mumbling. “I’m never going to live this down…”. “My…love…is…undying...”
The man glared at Milliard and his malice enveloped the room. “And you, Mr. Milliard. It’s hard to believe someone of your considerable talent was not able to prevent this incident from occurring before it even began! I would issue you a demerit, but you have so many asteries that it would not make much of a difference. Still though, you should be ashamed of yourself for letting them fight like that! You’re a taken man!”
“I am sorry Mr. Writing, sir. I will never let something like this happen again.” Milliard said as he poorly attempted to hide the fact he was secretly enjoying this and trying not to laugh.
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I would too.
Mr. Writing turned to me. “And now, on to the reason I came here in the first place. Mr. Fos…” He tapped his hip, and the other two floaters whizzed in front of me. He bent down to a knee and lowered his head. “On behalf of Prism Academy, as our Interim School President, I would like to issue a formal apology for all the commotion that has plagued you on this first day. I truly hope the lack of excellence we have displayed has not discouraged you from attending our fine institution.”
“Mr. Writing, sir…I…I…thought today has been AMAZING! Sure, my shoulder was destroyed, and I got beat up by a psychopath! But I’ve made new friends, and I got to see two baddies rumble until their clothes were beaten off and…”
He muttered to himself under my ramblings. “Well…I’m glad to see you haven’t lost any enthusiasm. Maybe Milliard is rubbing off on you a bit….”
I stopped. “Never that.”
“Heeeeey, that’s mean!” Milliard whined.
Mr. Writing stood. “But anyway, on to the next matter. These two ruffians would like to apologize.”
Epios and Marcus turned away. “Vile scum!”. “Go to Hell.”
Mr. Writing raised an eyebrow. “Hmm, it seems I will have to allow Mr. Brooks to institute your punishment then…”
“On the Iliaktida family name I formally apologize”. “Sorry. I hope you have a speedy recovery.”
“Apologies accepted!” I glared at Epios, “…For now.”
Mr. Writing chuckled. “Oh, ho, ho! It is good for the youth to partake in healthy rivalries.”
“This bastard will never be my rival!”
Epios scoffed. “It seems the trash has forgotten its place.”
I stood and cocked back my good arm as the device on his head zipped him away.
“Now, now. There will be plenty of time for that. For now, Mr. Milliard, please escort your damaged pupils to the locker room so they can get cleaned up. If I recall, Mr. Fos has remedial classes beginning in less than an hour.”
“For sure Mr. Writing! But first! We need to take a picture. This is the first time Zephyr Squad 2.0 has been fully assembled!”
“Wait a minute, these are my other squad ma…?!”
FLASH
A miniature flying device escaped Mr. Writing’s collar and took a picture of us while I was still speaking. Milliard was the only one smiling. The device projected a copy of the picture and displayed it in front of us.
“Perfect! Looks stellar!” Milliard shouted.
“No way!”. “Completely unkempt!”. “Burn it now!”. “At least one of us was ready!” We protested.
“I’m glad you guys love it too! Alright James let's go! There’s no time to waste.” He tossed me over his shoulder and sprinted toward the locker rooms.
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