I walk into school with prude, and my best friend Jessica. We walk in like the cool kids and every one laughs. I look at my newest friend Cynthia. She was the new girl in town. She gives me a shrug then turns her back to me. I think she is laughing too. I shout at her and it is dead silent all of a sudden. Then I hear footsteps, like high heels coming words me. Then Cynthia turns around with a dead serious look, as if someone or something terrifying is right behind me. I turn around trembling in fear of what happened. With a shreak and a jump I see my new vice principle, ... Mrs. Vanquilizer. She glares at me then with a twitch she looks up and sees a whole were she remembered Cynthia was. Then she thought she was just daydreaming. Sometimes I think all she wants to do is hurt us to death. She invites me down to the office for lunch. She says she wants to get to know me more, but when I got there I could tell it wasn't that it was...LUNCH DETENTION! She gives us all a glare and a shout to shut up, though none if us even twitched, or breathed in that moment. She told us we "have 10 minutes for lunch! No more! No little! No exceptions, unless your me!" Suddenly the principle stumbles in like he was watching us. We all say weirdly in unison, and with supprise: "Mr. Dickson!?!" Suddenly with a sharp nervous looking face, she turns around and with a soft, and wavy voice says: "Why hello boss. What brings you here?" "Why are my best students in lunch detention!?!" He ignores her words and says firmly, but his face sad: "I am sorry to do this but," he takes a breath and says: "YOUR FIRED!!!" I felt bad for her even though she was very mean to me. Then Cynthia walks in to the room with a "You have don a great thing pass." She skips in happily than ever before, and gives the pass to Mrs. Venquilizer. With her mouth still open she struggles to shut it, as if something was holding it open. Then finally she says sorry sweet heart I was just fired. She says okay in embarrassment, and turns around to me with a flaming hot face, and whispers; "You will pay for what you have done somehow!" I stare as she gives the paper to Mr. Dickson with an unsure smile and storms out of he dim room. It was not over yet though. Hi christa