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Authors: Jennifer Martucci, Christopher Martucci
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and get students worked up for no reason. If teachers did their jobs, guidance counselors wouldn’t be needed.”
Again, Arianna felt her mouth drop. His status in her eyes went from the outhouse before she’d met him, to the penthouse when he’d let her off the hook then made his suit comment, and now, after his guidance counselor remark, he skyrocketed to the stratosphere.
“I absolutely agree with you,” she said unable to mask her shock and adulation. “Wow, I’ve never heard a teacher or principal be so honest. Wow.”
“So no tour?” he smiled.
“No tour.”
“Good.”
“So what’s next?”
“I’ll print out your course schedule and you can head on off to class,” he said and smiled.
“Great.”
Keller’s fingers danced across the keyboard of his computer and seconds later a sheet of paper slid from his printer. He grabbed it and handed it to her. “Here you go.”
“That’s it?” she asked.
“That’s it. Oh and here is your locker number and its combination,” he said after scribbling several numbers on his blotter then tearing the piece off.
Arianna took the paper from him and said, “Wow, thanks for making this so, I don’t know, painless,” she gushed. “And sorry again for before, for my whole principal rant.”
“No need to worry about it. Though your words will echo through my head next week.”
“Why? What’s next week?”
“A weekend mixer with every pompous, bad breathed, ugly suit wearing principal in the district,” he laughed.
Arianna smiled then whispered, “You left out the part about being bad listeners and being windbags.”
“Oh, I guess I hadn’t been listening when you said that,” he said and winked.
Arianna laughed .
Her new principal laughed aloud too, a rich, sincere laugh. Arianna turned and walked out of his office and felt a bit better about her choice to finish school traditionally. She walked down the long locker-lined hallway and was reminded of Herald Falls. The scent of the building – an odd mix of stale air and cafeteria food – was the same, the walls were painted the same shade of institutional mint green, and even the floor tiles were the same drab gray and green. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought she was in Herald Falls High School, not Hallowed Hills High School. Principal Keller had been a refreshing change from Principal Wood, but Arianna guessed he’d be the only true difference.
Arianna scanned the numbers on the lockers and found hers easily. Fortunately, it was located just outside of Keller’s office on the first floor. She would be able to slip out to the front parking lot right after school and not be slowed by tons of traffic. As she turned the dial and tested the combination, the hallway began to fill. Students filed in through the front door in a steady stream. One student among them, a girl, jumped out at her immediately. Tiny and waifish with a sleek, blue-black bob haircut and matching blue-black lipstick, the girl had a gargantuan presence despite her pixie-like size. For reasons she could not explain, Arianna felt drawn to her. Perhaps the girl was a witch, the reason she had been pulled to Hallowed Hills in the first place. She hadn’t felt a pull so strong since the town she now lived in had practically jumped off the map and collared her. The feeling she had, the strength of it, had to be significant. The girl had to be significant.
She watched as the girl passed. Clad from head to toe in black clothing, the girl, sensing Arianna’s ey es on her, narrowed her heavily lined eyes and pursed her lips. She offered a look of annoyance then said, “If you’re looking for a date, sweetheart, look elsewhere. I’m not into chicks.”
Ordinarily, Arianna would have lost her temper at someone mouthing off at her as the girl had. However, she found herself admiring the girl’s courage instead of resenting it. Only a
Again, Arianna felt her mouth drop. His status in her eyes went from the outhouse before she’d met him, to the penthouse when he’d let her off the hook then made his suit comment, and now, after his guidance counselor remark, he skyrocketed to the stratosphere.
“I absolutely agree with you,” she said unable to mask her shock and adulation. “Wow, I’ve never heard a teacher or principal be so honest. Wow.”
“So no tour?” he smiled.
“No tour.”
“Good.”
“So what’s next?”
“I’ll print out your course schedule and you can head on off to class,” he said and smiled.
“Great.”
Keller’s fingers danced across the keyboard of his computer and seconds later a sheet of paper slid from his printer. He grabbed it and handed it to her. “Here you go.”
“That’s it?” she asked.
“That’s it. Oh and here is your locker number and its combination,” he said after scribbling several numbers on his blotter then tearing the piece off.
Arianna took the paper from him and said, “Wow, thanks for making this so, I don’t know, painless,” she gushed. “And sorry again for before, for my whole principal rant.”
“No need to worry about it. Though your words will echo through my head next week.”
“Why? What’s next week?”
“A weekend mixer with every pompous, bad breathed, ugly suit wearing principal in the district,” he laughed.
Arianna smiled then whispered, “You left out the part about being bad listeners and being windbags.”
“Oh, I guess I hadn’t been listening when you said that,” he said and winked.
Arianna laughed .
Her new principal laughed aloud too, a rich, sincere laugh. Arianna turned and walked out of his office and felt a bit better about her choice to finish school traditionally. She walked down the long locker-lined hallway and was reminded of Herald Falls. The scent of the building – an odd mix of stale air and cafeteria food – was the same, the walls were painted the same shade of institutional mint green, and even the floor tiles were the same drab gray and green. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought she was in Herald Falls High School, not Hallowed Hills High School. Principal Keller had been a refreshing change from Principal Wood, but Arianna guessed he’d be the only true difference.
Arianna scanned the numbers on the lockers and found hers easily. Fortunately, it was located just outside of Keller’s office on the first floor. She would be able to slip out to the front parking lot right after school and not be slowed by tons of traffic. As she turned the dial and tested the combination, the hallway began to fill. Students filed in through the front door in a steady stream. One student among them, a girl, jumped out at her immediately. Tiny and waifish with a sleek, blue-black bob haircut and matching blue-black lipstick, the girl had a gargantuan presence despite her pixie-like size. For reasons she could not explain, Arianna felt drawn to her. Perhaps the girl was a witch, the reason she had been pulled to Hallowed Hills in the first place. She hadn’t felt a pull so strong since the town she now lived in had practically jumped off the map and collared her. The feeling she had, the strength of it, had to be significant. The girl had to be significant.
She watched as the girl passed. Clad from head to toe in black clothing, the girl, sensing Arianna’s ey es on her, narrowed her heavily lined eyes and pursed her lips. She offered a look of annoyance then said, “If you’re looking for a date, sweetheart, look elsewhere. I’m not into chicks.”
Ordinarily, Arianna would have lost her temper at someone mouthing off at her as the girl had. However, she found herself admiring the girl’s courage instead of resenting it. Only a
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