The door slammed behind me as I entered the principals office. Mr. Hingard was a new principal this year and clearly did not understand how the school worked.
I do what I want and no one says shit about it. That's because my father is a very important political figure. One little name drop and most people quiver. The last principal wouldn't even make eye contact with me, let alone punish me.
And besides it was stupid to be called in over truancy. The lunches served in the cafeteria were disgusting. So, I had to drive to restaurants where I could get quality food. Thus making me late every day for my afternoon classes. It was quite normal.
Most teachers didn't even note the absence and let me come and go, as I please. So it puzzled me that the principal would call me in.
Nonetheless, I approached the sturdy, oak wood desk, which was quite clean, compared to the prior principal, where papers had been scattered disorganized everywhere.
Mr. Hingard sat in a distinguished dark gray suit and tie, leaning back in an office chair, his large hands folded across his lap. He didn't look like a principal with his wide shoulders and dark features. His cold, gray eyes seemed to examine my every action and his lips pursed in a stern line.
'Sit Down, Miss Evergreen.'
'I prefer to stand, Mr. Hingard,' I smirked and leaned across on his desk, resting my chin on my hand, 'I understand you are new here and want to keep this brief for both of us. My father is Senator Alkor Evergreen. Have you heard of Senator Alkor?' I stared at him, while tossing a few curly dark brown strands of my hair off my shoulder.
A smile formed on Mr. Hingard's face, 'Yes. Miss Evergreen, I have. In fact, I just got off of the phone with him. I had to thank him for writing the reference letter to assist me getting this position. You see, your father and I are well acquainted. Did you know that your father wasn't aware of your off campus excursions?'
I gasped. No one had dared to call or speak with my father. Heck, I rarely ever saw him or talked to him. His personal assistant always handled most calls.
Mr. Hingard stood up from his chair and walked around the side of the desk.
'Your father was very upset, Miss Evergreen or should I call you Meredith? You have been quite the bad girl. All your teachers have mentioned your absences as well as other complaints during my introductory meeting with them. I wonder, what is your explanation for leaving so often?'
I stared at him, my legs slightly trembling and thought for a second while I regained composure. I stood up straight and snarked, 'The school food does not meet my dietary demands for healthy nutrition. So I must get food from another location and sometimes this results in a late return.'
His face remained unchanged to my response but his eyes seemed to roam down my school uniform. A uniform, I had altered, of course, to fit my own personal style. The navy plaid skirt fell about 2 inches from my panty line and my white buttoned up blouse lay loose and untucked. I did of course leave the white knee highs and black Mary Jane's alone, as those were quite cute. Overall, I could have cared less about the school rules.
'I see and have you not heard of bringing a school lunch to school, Meredith?'
I glared at him and scoffed, 'Do you really know who I am? You expect me to pack a lunch? That' s ridiculous? '
Mr. Hingard moved closer and without a moments notice, grabbed my arm twisting it behind me and slammed my chest against his desk, my legs pressed against the wood of it.
I screamed and then cursed at him, 'What the hell are you doing?'
He leaned against me, his face inches from the side of mine. His hand still firmly holding my arm bending me over, while his warm breath could be felt against my ear.
'Are you aware of the school rules, Meredith? I am and aware that you have been violating them daily and disrespecting your teachers.'
I felt his other hand slide up the back of my thigh and I shuddered clenching my legs together.
'You can't do this! And those rules aren't meant for people like me,' I spat at him.
I felt his hand snatch the waistband of my black, lace panties and then with a rough pull and a loud rip, they were torn off me.
'Rules are made, Meredith, exactly for naughty, little girls like you. Slutty little girls that lack attention and thus think they can walk all over people. Girls that clearly are disobedient and need humbling.
