Just another under the thumb...

It's not the first time I've been called to some teachers office. Mostly it's just the deputy head's, but sometimes the headteacher himself. So to be called to the new deputy's office was not unusual. I walked along the semi empty corridor, completley at ease. Well, I suppose 'walk' was more of a 'strut'. It makes me sound full of myself, but when your in my posistion, you can never just walk. There's always someone watching, admiring, adoring even. And yeah, I guess I am pretty confident, and I make sure everyone knows it.

I knocked on the door. I knew what he was going to say already, and I knew I could get away with it.

"Come in," came a voice from inside.

I opened the door, walked in, and sat down without being asked.

"What's your name?" he asked. He was younger than I'd realised. He must have only been around 26.

"Silver," I said. He nodded.

"Now Silver, you've probably guessed what I called you here for," he said solemly. I wondered why someone so young would want to be in such a boring job. I looked blankly at him. Appearing smug was never a good idea.

"Hmm. Well basically, I don't think your wearing appropriate clothes. They are neither uniform, nor withing the school dress code," he said. He obviously thought he'd got me already. I looked down at my Dolce and Gabbana shoes - pretty black shiny heels - long black socks, short black pleated skirt, open white shirt, and small black waistcoat. My tie hung untied around my neck, and my dyed red hair was long, choppy and stylishly messy.

"Sorry, sir, I'm not sure what you mean?" I asked.

"Well, you know heels are banned, your skirt is supposed to be knee length, your shirt is far too low, your tie isn't tied; and where is your blazer?" He said, but before i could answer he continued, "Dyed hair, is not allowed, as is make up, and your hair is supposed to be tied up."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think there's anything wrong with what I'm wearing. Of course, if you'd like to take the issue further, you can call my dad - you know, the guy who funds half the school projects? I think he's about to donat a thousand pounds for a teacher training course actually. But yeah, feel free to give him a call."

He frowned, and I could see his mind processing this information.

"Well," he said, "Well I suppose your clothes aren't breaking too many rules."

"So can I go now?" I asked.

He sighed. "Yes I suppose so."

I stood up, picking my bag up off the floor as I did so, and left the office.

Claire and Anna were waiting for me on the other side of the door. They were my best friends, even before I got all rich and popular. They're the only people I know are my friends for who I am, not because I'm popular.

"Do you guys want to go to town?" I asked. There was technically one lesson left, but it was RME, so it didn't really count. They looked a little apprehensive.

"Come on guys! I'll pull some strings for you. It's not like we're going to learn anything anyway," I said. They glanced at each other, and smiled.

"Okay," said Claire, and we linked arms and left the school.

The End

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