Agnes sauntered up the stairs, suitcase in hand. It was the first day of school, and Agnes’ parents had sent her to boarding school. She had spent about an hour in front of the mirror, checking to make sure she looked good for the hundredth time.
She was pretty good looking. Her curly black tresses complimented her highlighted eyes. She wore a burgundy sweater, blue jeans with embroidery on the front bottom right leg, and black high heels. Her earrings were little hearts, the same color as her sweater.
She slowly pulled out a small mirror from her purse, and combed back her luscious black locks of hair. She smeared pink lipstick on her lips, and then she smiled to herself. She was all set.
After signing up, she was assigned to Dormitory 6. However, she held the card upside-down, so it looked like 9. She approached Dormitory 9 and opened the door. To her surprise, she saw a room full of 10-12 year old girls, but she was 15. “Can I help you, miss?” came a feminine voice. Startled, Agnes turned to see a tall, slender woman with glasses and dark hair pulled back in a bun. She wore a grey skirt and tuxedo shirt.
Agnes swallowed hard. “My card here says Dormitory 9,” she said. “Lord! Good heavens, no!” the woman exclaimed, throwing her hands up in disgust. “Dormitory 6, can’t you read?” Agnes felt sharply intimidated. “Now hurry along to your respectful dormitory, you hear?” the woman glowered.
Agnes nodded, blinking hard to keep herself from crying. As she turned to go, she heard a, “Don’t you go nosing in other people’s dorms!” The remark was followed by a slam.
Agnes burst into tears, but she quickly wiped them away. She turned to run in the other direction, when suddenly she bumped into the principal. “I’ve received reports that you’ve been going into other people’s dormitories. Is this true?” he questioned, his tall frame towering above Agnes’ head.
“It was an accident,” she replied, her eyes flickering defensively. Her remark was met with a long, cold stare. She felt like crying and running away, but she knew she couldn’t. “Our principle is to MIND OUR OWN BUSINESS!” he bellowed.
Suddenly the principal shouted,” Very well then! Go! Be gone! Off with you!” Agnes ran quickly away to her dormitory. To her delight, her friend Jules was staying there too. “What took you so long?” Jules asked. “Oh, it’s a bit of a ‘scary’ adventure!” Agnes chuckled. “Something to do with a scary principal-and principle.”
Happy St. Patrick's Day, everybody! I hope you have a really good day and make sure you wear something green, ok? Have a really great St. Patrick's Day!
