Okay, so last year, I accidentally smacked someone in her face with a ball in a game of dodge ball in school.
She fell down, and I was like, "Sorry, hon!"
But her friends glared at me and I got sent to the principal's office. My punishment was either clean the girls' and boys' locker room for one week, or worse, get suspended.
I freaked out and told him, "Hon, I will just pay you a lot of money to not get in trouble."
I opened my designer purse and took out a huge wad of cash.
"How much?" I asked him.
He stared at me for a long time. Then, he stared at the neatly folded, huge wad of cash in my hand. He kept looking back and forth.
I flipped back one of my light brown luxurious curl and said, "Do we have a deal, Principal?"
He then looked firmly at me and screamed, "I WILL NOT TAKE BRIBES, CECILIA!!!!! I WILL BE CALLING YOUR PARENTS RIGHT NOW!!!"
I gasped in horror and my face turned pale. I knew this because he had a mirror behind him and I was looking at my reflection.
"NOOOOO!!! You-you can't do that, Principal Baldy!" I stammered.
"My name isn't Principal Baldy!" He screamed back, and leaning so close to me that I could see his bald spot on the top of his head.
"Have you
seen your head, hon?" I exclaimed, bursting out laughing.
His face was becoming as red as a tomato!!! He grabbed his phone off his desk and started dialing my mom's number.
"NO-no-no-no!" I screamed, pulling out a bigger wad (also neat) of cash out of my purse.
I combined the wads of cash together. It was taller than his thick dictionary on his desk, which was 5 inches thick. He looked at the wad of cash, which I was waving in front of his face. He started drooling. But he pressed enter. After waiting a long time, he finally said:
"Hello? Yes, may I talk to Cecilia's mom?" -pause- "Yes, yes." -another pause- "5 minutes? -pause- "oh, ok, ok, bye."
I looked at him, putting my cash back into my purse.
"Your parents are coming," He said, finally. "They are taking your helicopter here."
Five minutes later, my parents came in the room.
"Cecilia!!!!" They screamed at the same time. "How could you do that to the poor girl?! Our deepest apologies, Principal. What are the punishment choices?"
The principal told them while I just stared at them. Then, after a 10 minute conversation, mommy and daddy decided to have me clean the boys' and girls' locker room for 1 week. On the last day cleaning the locker rooms, a bug crawled into my hair and died in there. Everyone was laughing and Chloe asked me why I had a dead bug in my hair. I practically fainted on the spot there.
"EW!!!!!!!! THAT'S TOTES GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed, jumping up and down.
Finally, the principal came and pulled it out of my used-to-be-fab hair. Bye, hon!
~Cecilia
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