The Headmastes office (OPen)

I loved to make trouble. My dad said it should have been my nickname instead of 'Sparks' but then it would have been to obvious to teachers and other people of higher authority. Since I was small- I was always causing mischeif. Mainly with the electrics. The lights all over the house used to flash on and off- but my parents didn't used to freak or anything they'd know it was me. The passer by however probably thought that there was some sort of poltergeist activity going on in the house. Which, was obviously not true. IT was just the 3 year old todler turningt the lights on and off at the switch box underneath the stairs. Of course, there was one or more occasions where the fun would end me up in the hospital but that didn't happen too often. This mischeif had contunued right up until now- and it had previously got me kicked out of 8 nurserys, 4 lower schools and 1 middle school.

And now- it looked like that I was about to be kicked out of another but this time I hadn't actuallty been causing issues with flickering lights. This time I had been putting my talents to good use. The lights in the girls bathroom had been out for weeks and everyone had been complaining that it was too dark to do their business in there. So- I snuck into the school office at lunch and found the switch box. On discovering they hadn't been bothered to replace a fuse, I returned the next day with one I had borrowed from my Dad who didn't even pause to ask questions when I requested for one. I had just replaced the fuse when, someone grabbed me by the back of my shirt. It was Miss Litchfeild- the horriblest Librarian in the world.

Half an hour later- I found myself sitting slumped in an ld wooden chair outside the Principals office. Yet again, I was going to get expelled and I would need to get another school. If my parents thought it was appropiate. Maybe I would be let off- this Principal was not like the other specially the one from my last Lower school- I drove her over the edge with my mischeif. Luckily I wasn't the one who drove her over the edge of the school roof 6 weeks into the summer holidays He was quite sweet really and liked to have good relations with his students. He was a musical man so on more than one occasion he had come to my father in order to ask for assistance with his fancy electical musical instrument called a keyboard. He- accodring to my mother- had gone into teaching after his daughter had died in the 50th Hunger Games. She had been my ages so he liked us Year 6's. I sighed as the clock continued to tick continously round and round and round.