Emma Argues With Principal Figgins Novels & Stories

Georgina was taken aback by Emma's suggestion, her grip tightening around the coffee cup. She halted her movement, lowering the cup as her eyes met Emma's. With a mix of emotions, she replied firmly, "Come on, Emma, stop that thought already." Emma remained seated on the counter, unfazed by Georgina's resistance. With a playful smile, she leaned forward slightly. "Since you got here, you've been indoors with me. Live a little," she remarked, her voice filled with a hint of mischief.

the voice ordered. “You have the audacity to show your face after what you put her through? Come on. Be for real. Walk out because I don't want my security to throw you out.” “I'll speak just once, Morris. Move. Or, I'll move you,” he growled. Emma dropped her fork and made it to the door to see what the disagreement was about. Initially, she thought it was about someone else who Morris was protecting, but as the growling and snarling git deeper and deeper, she recognized the voice.

The kid apologized when he bumped into furniture. I called Emma while jogging to my car. She picked up on the first ring. "Alex got in a fight. We need to go to the school." Silence. Then her voice, raw with fear. "Is he okay?" "Principal said he is not seriously hurt. But we both need to be there." "I am getting a taxi now." We had not spoken in three days. Not since the police station. Not since I saw those files proving she had been drowning while pretending everything was fine.

“Bargaining is useless. Refuse to compensate her again and I will have you expelled – I promise” “I am looking for Professor Amos Wellington”. A deep masculine voice traveled into the office from outside the door followed by his owner. The principal. “Principal Dustin,” Professor Amos said, startled. “What can I do for you?” “I am not here for you”, the principal replied, his bespectacled gaze changed with the barest hint of dry contempt. “I am here to witness exactly how you dispense justice – if you can call it that”. Professor Amos's eyes dropped. It was true that he hadn't taken care to investigate the reason behind the fight in the cafeteria.

Tony and team has a victory smirk on their face as we exist the office. " Bitch..your life is gonna be hell. You'll suffer for this. Catch you later.", Amelia mutters to Grace before they walk away. However she doesn't forget to give a glance in Ethan’s direction. " Why is this like this ? Why the principal didn't even bother to hear an explanation ? ",Grace asks to herself in exasperation.

“Emma Hargrove? Principal wants to see you.” Sarah mouthed “What the fuck?” as Emma stood on shaky legs and followed. Richard Caldwell was waiting in the principal’s office like he owned it—tall, silver-haired, suit sharper than any teacher’s. Blake sat in the chair beside him, jaw locked, eyes stormy. The principal looked uncomfortable behind his desk.

He asked, but go no reply. "Alright then. Follow me." He stated, pointing at the werewolf whom had instigated the fight, Legardo's son. *** Emma watched as the offending boy left with her history professor. She didn't need anyone to tell her that the quiz for the day had been cancelled. Slumping into a seat nearby, she let out a huge sigh. What a Friday. She thought, looking around the class. Some students were trooping in, while some were walking away. She knew that most of them had unwillfully forgotten what had just transpired here now. She was sure that Professor Perkins had made sure of that.

Chapter 49: What Are You Doing? The principal’s office smelled like old books and burnt coffee. The air was thick with silence, aside from the ticking clock on the wall. I sat stiffly in the chair, my injured arm stinging, but I refused to look at it. Across from me, Emilia sat with her arms crossed, her cheek still red from my slap. She didn’t look scared. If anything, she looked amused. With the power her father had over Velmont, it was expected.

Evelyn said, her words slicing through the room like a knife. I froze, my eyes widening in shock. “What?” Before I could defend myself, Adrian’s voice cut through, firm and protective. “Mother, this is ridiculous. Emma didn’t even come into the office for weeks. You and I both know she was mourning her brother.” His tone softened slightly as he added, “And most importantly, Emma would never do something like this.” A lump formed in my throat at his defense, but Evelyn wasn’t so easily deterred. She let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

Everyone has the news on their lips, talking about it all day. Emma stopped by the hallway and stared at her best friend. She touched her head to see if she was bleeding or not. But she wasn’t. “That got me for a second. I’m glad you didn’t get injured” “Who must have throw a baseball at me?” She asked. “I have no idea but you should put a fake bandage on your head to show that you are injured, or else, everyone will know your secret” Emma whispered. “Okay” “Emma Wilson, your attention is needed at the principal’s office” the speaker announced.