Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 6
While in the office of the principal, he said, “Ya know, we let you in because you weren’t big enough to cause trouble.”
“I know,” I said. “And I haven’t Caused any ... I’ve just defended my self.”
“But, you’re so tiny,” he said. “How did you do this.”
Nobody had been to the hospital ... yet. Professional help is at least 25 miles away. It’s a twisty curvy road so, Pentwater takes care of its own. Until the EMT’s and ambulance makes the trip.
He pointed at the bigger guy with two broken ... oops ... shattered arms and temporary casts from wrist to shoulders, the soaking wet girl with porcelain cuts covered with bandages and the bleeding football coach ... he was crying as the school nurse tried to fix his nose. I had done a good job on that nose.
They were all in the office and those who could, were pointing fingers at me.
The water from the broken drinking fountain was beginning to creep under the office door.
The custodial person trying to stem the flow kept saying, “Well ... that wasn’t it.” She was on her phone to the other custodian in the basement shutting off valves and asking if that was it. When the hot water was shut off, the screeches from the girls locker room were loud enough to be heard at the Artisan Learning Center next door.
The Police Chief, at the Artisan Learning Center for his weekly class in Basket weaving, set down his poor attempt at basketry and said, “I’m never going to figure this out.” He hitched up his belt and DROVE across the street to the school next door to find out who or what was causing the ruckus.
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