I Think My Dad Is a Spy. Sognia Vassallo

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      BANG!

      OMG!

      How embarrassing, I had slammed headfirst into Principal Mr McNabb.

      I could tell it was him just by looking at his expensive Italian shoes, which I was now standing on.

      All the students and some of the parents erupted into laughter. I wanted to run off in the hope this hadn’t just happened. Maybe I was still sleeping and this was all a nightmare, I thought. I shut my eyes tight and pinched myself sharply. Ow! No, I was awake all right!

      I opened my eyes. I am never going to live this down, I kept thinking to myself over and over.

      “Sophie George what are you doing?” asked the deep gravelly voice of Mr McNabb. Suddenly everyone fell silent. I did not want to look up but knew I couldn’t stand on his feet forever. Slowly I moved my gaze from his shiny black shoes all the way up to his navy blue suit. My eyes reached his grey necktie, which looked like it was choking his chubby neck.

      “Perhaps you should watch where you’re walking Miss George,” he said in a surprisingly good mood as he ushered me off his shoes.

      “SORRY SIR, IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!” I blurted in a booming nervous voice. Whenever I felt nervous my voice got louder, which was just another embarrassing trait of mine.

      “Come on,” he said warmly as we walked through the large gates and into school.

      Mr McNabb patted my shoulder as he left me standing on the main pathway alongside the rose bushes. I pretended to be interested in the flowers while I waited impatiently for my friends to catch up.

      “Oh my god Sophie, are you all right? That must’ve been so embarrassing for you!” Theo said scrambling to my side.

      “Oh my god, I know. I don’t know what was worse—banging into Mr McNabb or Janice telling the WHOLE WORLD my dad is a spy,” I said glaring at Janice.

      “Oh it was definitely when you slammed headfirst into Mr McNabb,” Janice pointed out ever so efficiently.

      My friends were both nodding in agreement reminding me of those silly bobble-head dolls. I was so upset with them that I didn’t bother to argue the point any further. Instead I walked off in the direction of my locker.

      “STOP THAT McCLAIN! PUT DOWN THAT BOY INSTANTLY!” bellowed Mr McNabb. His booming voice snapped me back into the horrible reality that was high school.

      McNabb was yelling at Michael McClain who was holding poor Dunstan Milfrey up by his underwear in what was suitably called a ‘Hanging Wedgie’.

      “IF YOU ENJOY HANGING AROUND WITH THE JUNIORS SO MUCH, I’M SURE WE COULD ARRANGE FOR YOU TO JOIN IN SOME OF THEIR CLASSES TODAY!” McNabb bellowed across the quadrangle.

      “No sir. I’m sorry sir,” Michael retorted as he quickly dropped Dunstan back on the ground.

      “What an idiot,” I said sadly shaking my head in shame.

      “Yeah, I agree,” said Theo.

      “Me too,” said Janice. “Soooooooo Sophie, what do you think about what I said earlier; you know about your dad?” Janice reminded me.

      She looked overly excited about her ridiculous theory.

      I was trying hard to ignore that she even mentioned the ‘my-father-is-a-spy-nonsense’ when all of a sudden I saw the Luna twins coming this way.

      “Good morning Mr McNabb,” sang Lulu and Lola as they stood blocking Mr McNabb’s path, causing him to come to an abrupt halt.

      “Oh, good morning girls,” he stammered as he desperately looked around for any type of distraction other than the identical twins standing before him.

      “Would you like us to carry anything to your office today?” the Luna twins chorused. Every word they said they sang together. They were so annoying it made me sick.

      “A-hem…no thank you girls…not today,” Mr McNabb said awkwardly as he tried to move past them. He stepped forward, sideways and backwards but the girls mirrored his actions and blocked his path. I felt kind of sorry for him as he looked extremely uncomfortable. I could tell by the dread in his eyes that he was desperate for someone, anyone, to rescue him.

      Suddenly my imagination began to drift off. I had another idea for a cartoon drawing; I was running towards the Loony twins waving my arms and shooing the horrible girls away like they were a pair of oversized seagulls. Squawk! Squawk! I laughed out loud.

      “Soph…Sophie? Sophie George are you even listening to me!” Janice barked.

      I didn’t realise she had even been speaking to me. I wanted to say, ‘yes, of course I heard you Janice’ but I didn’t want to lie. I was thinking of something to say when all of a sudden I saw Mrs Smith, the deputy principal, arrive on the scene.

      “This ought to be good,” I murmured, rubbing my hands together excitedly.

      “Yoo Hoo! Mr McNabb!” she screeched, “Do you have a moment?” She waddled briskly along the path, past the tall yellow rose bushes.

      Mrs Smith reminded me of one of those WWE wrestlers, like in wrestle-mania. She is quite short but very stocky and when she glares at you with her cold grey eyes it makes you weak in the knees.

      At the start of the year I drew a cartoon of Mrs Smith wrestling with Mr McNabb. Somebody most have got hold of it and photocopied about a million copies because by the end of the day nearly every student had a copy of the drawing.

      Thank goodness I didn’t sign my name on it but unfortunately Mr McNabb recognised my drawing style and I got detention for it anyway. Although he must have thought it was funny too because I saw him smile as he put a copy in his briefcase to take home.

      However today Mr McNabb was quite relieved to see Mrs Smith coming his way and happily waited for her to catch up. As soon as Mrs Smith joined him, she glared up at the twins and told them to shoo off and stop bothering the poor man.

      The girls were infuriated; they huffed loudly and stormed off with their noses high in the air. I made a mental note to myself to draw a cartoon of the ‘Loony twins’ as oversized seagulls being shooed away by Mrs Smith in her wrestle-mania costume. “He, he, he,” I tittered under my breath.

      I like drawing cartoons, writing stories and making short films because one day I am going to be a famous writer and movie producer. Last year in primary school I made a short film documentary about the people living in Orchard Mead. Mrs Bingle thought it was so good she entered it into a nationwide competition; I won first prize. A few people didn’t think I deserved to win because they said I had exploited them.

      Well all I can say is that the camera doesn’t lie. It wasn’t my fault that my hidden camera had caught Mr Hammond visiting Mrs Benning-Finlay’s office late one evening while her husband was out of town. But apparently it was my fault they got divorced СКАЧАТЬ