Emma Argues With Principal Figgins Novels & Stories

This is an explanation. Jamie felt a sense of dread, "can I watch the CCTV footage, then?" He asked again but the girl just shook her head again. "Sorry ma'am, but we can't show the footage right away without permission—" the woman almost jumped in shock when Jamie slammed the bag she was holding on the table. "Are you telling me, I'm not even that important? I just want to know if someone picked up my secretary, why can't you let me?!" His actions became more anxious.

Emily was still standing and her legs were hurting like hell, her attention had been focused on the directors and she forgot that Matt was supposed to vacate the seat. “Matt I am still waiting for you to move out” she stated politely but Matt snarled” over my dead body”. You are going to kill me first, Emily” When Nina heard that, she supported her dad and said “dad don’t allow this insignificant ant to step on you. This company belongs to us and nobody else”

She just couldn’t think of any better excuse after he called her dramatic. She moved the mouse to log out of her account, grabbed her things, and stood up. But before she could walk away, the guy grabbed her arm. “My armpits don’t stink!”

Their expressions shifted instantly from amused condescension to mortified recognition. "Ms. Mitchell—" Peterson stammered. "We were just—" "Discussing my qualifications," Emma finished calmly. "Or perceived lack thereof." Wilson attempted recovery. "Just locker room talk, you understand. No offense intended." "Strange," Emma replied coolly. "I've been in actual locker rooms with players who manage more respectful conversation." "We apologize for any misunderstanding," Peterson offered weakly. "There's no misunderstanding." Emma maintained direct eye contact. "You believe I'm unqualified for my position and involved with Mr. Volkov for mutual advantage. Your positions are perfectly clear."

“Vice Principal Thompson looked like he was two seconds away from exploding from anger on the spot.” “Oh my God, stop!” I wheezed, wiping tears from my face. “He said, ‘What in the name of God is going on here?!’” Adonis mimicked the deep, dramatic voice perfectly, and I collapsed into laughter again. After our ridiculous run-in with the vice principal and almost getting detention, we had decided to be responsible and continue our tutorial session at the library. Though to be fair, I think we spent more time laughing quietly behind shelves than actually studying calculus.

If so, opening the door would be a dumb move cause' she wasn't going to get out of here alive. "Are you guys having an affair?" Emma's question brought me back from my thoughts. So, she didn't hear. Good. "No," I shook my head, "he just thought that this was the boys' restroom." "Yeah, she was just arguing with me because she got scared when she saw me here." Ares added making me internally roll my eyes. "Oh Okay. Sorry—I assumed things." Emma apologized. "It's fine. I'll go to the boys' restroom now." Ares waved it off and left instantly after shooting me a quick look.

The morning should have ended peacefully. Instead, it turned into an argument over rain boots. Emma insisted she needed to wear the bright yellow boots everywhere now because they made her “faster emotionally,” whatever that meant. Ava said absolutely not because the weather was dry and they were going to lunch with Vivian later. Emma reacted like somebody personally betrayed by democracy. “You never support my dreams,” she declared dramatically from the middle of the living room floor. Adrian looked up from his laptop immediately. “That feels manipulative.”

The principal gave a cold gas and that shut Melanie's lips. Autumn was troubled by this and pleaded immediately, with her hands together, "Madam principal please, I can't get an extra week". "Well you did." She shouted. "Please reconsider", Emily pleaded. "Yeah, its not her fault, it's ours, all of us, we dragged her out." Said Adam. Jay snapped as an idea popped in his brain, "Yeah, and if you want to hurt her, then am afraid you'll have to go through us..." At that moment, everyone wished he could eat back his words.

“Emma’s such a sweet child. I’m sure she’d never start a fight.” “You don’t even know her,” I thought. Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” he said, his tone calm. “Were you there?” Savannah blinked, caught off guard. “No, but—” Another teacher came in, escorting the two children. Emma ran towards me, hiding her head against my side. I put a protective arm around her. I saw comprehension, along with embarrassment, dawn on the principal’s face. “Oh, so you are...”