confident they could hear some words that might have been classified in the school handbook as words you can't say ever.
A very attractive woman was power-walking with a purpose down the hallway towards them, her brown slimming business skirt suit and her long hair swaying from side to side with every step. She shared the same dark blonde hair that Ellie had obviously inherited, and similar but more mature facial features.
Ellie knew that her mom was above heated. "Oh, crap! That's my mom, and she's on a war path! Mr. Peterson's day is not going to improve any!"
Shaun nodded and realized he didn't really feel that bad about it. All of this could have been avoided if the Principal had been slower to judge and been more concerned about the entire student body. The man should worry less about ticking off some alumni by having a few varsity players ineligible to play one or two games because they were forced to learn lessons from bad decisions.
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Frank was shaking his head walking back and forth in front of the Principal's cheap oak-effect desk. "...Altercation!? Really!? Let's just call it what it is, okay!? The kids got in a fight that Shaun didn't start, but he and Ellie finished it. Does that about sum it up, Peterson!?"
"Well, let me just start off by saying--"
A knock stopped both of them from speaking further and, as the door swung open, Frank took in a beautiful woman entering the office uninvited just as he had.
Mr. Peterson went to stand up but, when he saw Karen's fiery eyes, decided to sit back. He produced a sickly looking smile. "Er ... hello, Ms. Randall?"
Karen glared at him, but briefly lost her train of thought when she looked at Frank, pausing a moment to take his looks in. "I'm sorry," she managed, "but I'm going to have to interrupt." Frank nodded motioning with both hands that Peterson was all hers. Barely losing a beat, she continued, "Please enlighten me why it was wrong for my daughter to defend herself! How in God's name does that call for detention!?"
Frank took her in for a second, looking over the whole package again, and noticed her E&T work badge. He looked at the Principal wiggling anxiously in his seat. "Well, I guess we're both here to talk to you about that, Peterson."
It did not take any thought process at all for the Principal. He immediately recoiled, now fully regretting that he hadn't put more thought into his actions earlier in the day. He apologized for Frank and Karen having to come to school.
Frank continued, "I don't understand why it took you an entire day to see the error of your ways! You should have known immediately what to do in this case! You're the God damned Principal! I'm sure this type of behaviors happened previously during your years of experience!"
Karen just shook her head, listening to this man with such passion. She wondered if there was a Greek god in Adel, Iowa, that maybe he was standing in front of her own eyes. Turning her attention back to the matter at hand, she interjected, "So, what are you going to do here? I need an answer! I'm sure there's a lawsuit just around the corner for harassment!"
Frank hadn't even gotten that far and did a double take. Impressed, he joined in, "Well, Peterson? What are we going to do about this, then?"
Mr. Peterson felt like he was in a corner with two lions slowly walking in. "It is up to my discretion to make hundreds of decisions every day, but not every one of them will be without some misjudgment. Which is not in any way what I am admitting to, but I can assure you that I have already apologized to both students. I have told them that they will be able to make up