âIâm sorry, young man,â said the Principal.Â âStudents only.â
âI am a student,â Nathan sighed.Â âIâm always a student.â
Principal Spooner narrowed his gaze and gave Nathan a very stern and familiar look.Â âWell, weâll just see about that,â he said, and grabbed Nathan by the arm, pulling him to the attendance office.
Sitting at the attendance desk was, of course, Berthenia, the 70-something attendance secretary who was the first step towards dealing with attendance-related problems.
âAnd whoâs this?â Berthenia asked.
âSays heâs a student here,â replied Principal Spooner.
âWell, weâll just see about that,â Berthenia replied, and grabbed Nathan by the arm, pulling him to the back room of the attendance office.
Sitting in the back room of the attendance office was, of course, Sally Grumpus, the 80-something attendance chief who was in charge of all attendance-related problems.
âAnd whoâs this?â asked Sally Grumpus.
âSays heâs a student here,â replied Berthenia.
âWell, weâll just see about that,â Sally Grumpus replied, and grabbed Nathan by the arm, pulling him closer to her desk.Â âWhatâs your name, âstudentâ?â
âSpeak up, boy!â Sally Grumpus shouted, her spittle landing on Nathanâs nose, though he pretended it was just a normal drizzle.
âNathan Rallies!â Nathan spoke up.
âNo need to shout, boy,â Sally Grumpus lectured.Â âI may be old, but Iâm also going deaf because Iâm so old, so thank you for shouting.â
A confused Nathan stood quietly as Sally Grumpus put his information into the computer.Â She slowly looked up and glared at him.
âHe checks out,â Sally Grumpus told Berthenia.Â âBut keep your eye on him.â