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Chapter 57: High School
🕑 Added 2025-04-21 18:50:16 +0000 UTCIt's been a month since I started high school, and so far, it's been smooth.
Now, Dad and I were walking toward the principal's office because of some of my "mischievings."
As we walked down the hallway—
"Hey, Jake!" Parker greeted, nodding with a grin, surrounded by his football teammates.
A few steps later—
"Hello, Jake."
"Hi Emily," I replied, flashing her a charming smile.
A few more steps—two pretty girls were giggling near the lockers. As I passed by, one of them turned to me.
"Hi Jake, want to hang out this Saturday?"
"Hello, Amy," I said, pretending to think for a moment before adding playfully, "That can do. Saturday, 2 p.m.?"
She nodded and returned to giggling with her friend.
By the time we reached the end of the corridor, the same scene had happened several more times.
Right before we entered the office, Dad stared at me, stunned.
"That, that, this..." he stammered, unable to form a full sentence.
I raised an eyebrow. "You need to say more than that, Dad. I don’t understand you."
Alan snorted. "You've been here for a month—A month. How are you so popular?" he asked, still confused and incredulous.
"What can I say? I'm a delightful person!" I said with a shrug.
Alan snorted again.
Alan started, "If it was just being delightful, I would be super..."
But before he could finish, I opened the principal's office door.
Inside, Principal Franklin was seated at his desk, Mrs. Ridges stood nearby, and Carly sat across from him.
I greeted everyone politely. Principal Franklin looked surprised when he saw me walk in with my dad.
"You already came with your dad?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I gave a casual shrug. “He already brought me here anyway,” I said, like it was no big deal. I didn’t really mind dragging my parents into school matters.
Franklin cleared his throat, trying to shift the tone.
“Have a seat. So, I understand you put some fliers up all over the school,” he said, looking at Carly.
Before Carly could respond, Franklin handed one of the fliers to my dad.
Alan chuckled—until he glanced at Mrs. Ridges and quickly straightened up. "Okay, yeah, not funny," he said to me.
Carly exhaled. "Yes, it was me," she admitted.
Alan crossed his arms and said, "Okay… and how was my son involved? This girl already admitted she did it..."
Principal Franklin sighed and looked down at some papers on his desk.
“We have information that it was your son who financed the whole operation,” he said. “And that he bribed a few students to help distribute the fliers around the school.”
"Jake," Dad said sternly.
"I’m just a promoter of creativity and the arts," I replied, putting on a self-righteous tone like I was defending a noble cause, "and I just moving the economy hiring people" I added
"Let's come back to the principal culprit," Mrs. Ridges said, turning to Carly. "Why would you photo doc my head onto a body of a rhinoceros?"
"Well, I—"
"Rhinoceros? No, no, no, she made you a hippopotamus," Principal Franklin interjected.
"No, no, she’s a rhinoceros. Hippopotamus’ have wider thighs and a wider snout," Carly corrected.
"Does it matter?" Ridges snapped. And she added "I think I have the right punishment. You know, Carly, I am in charge of the talent show this year."
"Yeah, you’re holding auditions on Saturday."
"No, you are." responded Professor Ridges
"HUH!"
"I will be enjoying my Saturday while you video tape the auditions for me!"
"NO! I’m going to see The Cuddle Fish play live this Saturday!"
"Not anymore! And Jake will help you."
"AW, COME ON!" I said together with Carly
"It’s what you get for turning me into a Hippopotamus!"
"Rhinoceros..." Carly and I said in unison.
"GET OUT!" Ridges yelled.
—
The three of us walked out of the principal's office.
Alan gave a small smile. "I need to go son. And nice to meet you, Carly." he waved his hand after
I gave a casual wave back. "Try not to get into trouble, Dad."
He looked at me weirdly, shook his head, and walked away without another word.
Carly stared at me, incredulous.
"What?" I asked.
"That, that, this..." she stammered.
"Now you just sound like Dad," I said playfully.
She finally managed to form a sentence. "How come your dad is so okay with this?"
I gave a shrug. "It is just a small prank. The teacher is thin, so we’re not even body shaming her. She probably even found it a little funny," I said with a smirk. Then I added, "If you knew my uncle, you'd understand—this is the least of my dad's worries."
"Come on, let’s go to class, Carly."
She sighed but started walking beside me.
She shook her head, still trying to process everything, and mumbled, "Your family is strange."
"Yup," I replied cheerfully.
As Carly took the lead walking down the hallway, I watched her for a moment.
It’s been a month since I started studying here. That first day was a real surprise—seeing Carly, Sam, and Freddie all in the same class. From what little I watched iCarly (just the first episodes), what happened today would line up with the Pilot episode. But now they’re already 14 or 15 years old and in 9th grade. And the show didn’t even take place in California.
The timeline is all messed up.
But well, I don’t really have much to complain about. They’re a little childish, but they’re nice to hang out with. Freddie and Sam’s interactions are funny, and Carly is a good girl.
