Demon or Angel

I sighed as everyone's eyes were on me but, it's nothing I'm not used to; I rolled my eyes before glaring at each of them and immediately, they messily focused back on their books. "Miss Shapen, may I be excused?" I crossed my arms over my chest with my feet on the desk, not caring.

"Yes Charlotte, you are excused but be back immediately to get your homework", she replied, looking at me with this stern look I've got used to but never taken seriously.

"Yawn" I rolled my eyes before swinging my legs off the desk, not minding that I hit the person right next to me. Slinging my half-empty bag over my shoulder, I walked out of the classroom into the deserted hallway.

I breathe out in anger wondering why the Principal called me to his office again. It is the second time I'm visiting his office today. The first time was because a guy had the guts to report me to the Principal, claiming that I bullied him. Obviously, He was a newcomer because everyone in this school knew never to cross me or any of my close friends.

Standing in front of the office, I pushed the door open. And there, my most favourite person in the world was, sitting behind the computer, typing away. Well, that was till she spotted me, and a breath left her old chapped lips.

"Hello again, Gladys" I sent a smile in her direction, and as, usual she shook her head at me.

"When will you ever change?" she muttered, sympathy swimming in her ocean blue eyes that seemed to glimmer with tears behind her square-framed glasses, making me roll my eyes at her.

"Probably when you find true love and get married" I winked at her before entering the Principal's office that had its door at the other side of the room where I was standing.

"Ok, I'm here. Which of my crimes do you want to scold me for again?" I leaned against the door frame watching the man behind the mahogany table stand up approaching me, but he knew better, so he stood at least ten feet away from me.

"Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte-" I cut the old man off.

"Yeah, I know my name's amazing. Cut the crap and tell me why the hell you requested for me in the middle of a class and as a good student, I need to be in class" I smirked, taking him back to the time when he asked me why I couldn't be a good girl and attend classes; Clearly, my teachers had reported me for ditching classes.

He sighed, "Why don't you take a seat?" he gestured at one of the chairs in front of his desk. Shrugging, I walked over to the chair and took a seat and was about to swing my leg on the table until I was cut off, "And no feet on my table, please" he closed his eyes, making me raise my hands in defence.

"Ok, boss man", I smirked as he took a seat on the chair opposite mine, where he had stood up from earlier.