Did I just felt like I had
de ja vu? Weird.
We bid our goodbyes and proceeded to our own destinations. I was now in front
of the o〷⸹ice. I knocked thrice. I was looking at the floor like it just became
interesting all of a sudden that I didn't feel the door opening up.
I heard someone cleared their throat andI snapped my head up to see the
principal looking down at me. For someone his age, he still looks young and
good looking. Mr. Parson was our OIC before he was assigned to become the
new principal.
He was wearing his usual clothes which were a polo, a red necktie, slacks, and a
pair of black shoes. I don't understand his taste but what the heck. It's not like I
came here just to know why he was wearing those kinds of clothing. I was here
to find out why he called for me.
Oh my god, did he find out that I skipped two of my morning classes and now
he called my grandma to scold me? Oh my gosh I don't want to think about it.
The thought made me nervous. God, I'm done for. I heard another clearing of
throat which interrupted my train of thoughts.
"Come in, Mr. Michaels. We've been waiting for you." Mr. Parson said as he
widened the door and stepped aside for me to enter. Oh my god. He said 'we' so
that means, my thoughts were right.
I fully entered the o媳䀔ice and immediately searched the room for my grandma
but she was nowhere in sight. The only person I saw was a guy standing at the
window. His back was to me so I couldn't see his face.
Wait, there's something familiar with this scene and his back. Where have I seen
it before?
I heard the door closed and the guy slowly turned. I felt my face drained of
colors as I watched in shock the sight before me. My stomach suddenly churned
and I felt sick. God. Why was he here?
He was now facing me and a smirk was plastered on his lips.
"Hey, remember me?" He said.
Oh my shit!