“Good afternoon, Park In-Na. Please be seated."

The headmaster motioned me to the wooden chair right in his view. I shrugged while I carelessly placed the leather satchel on top of it. I stood facing him with hostility.

“Thanks but no thanks.”

My lips lined into an annoyed expression. “Why did you call me in?”

The folder in his grasp layered with sheets of documents. I presumed that this had to do with the series of complaints diverted towards me. He averted his gaze towards my uninterested self, where I stared back, in absolute annoyance. He ran a hand towards the pages of the folder, shaking his head in each and every flip.

“Complaints on your misbehavior. This folder is growing every single week. This folder is filled with all of your delinquent-coated deeds,” he said in an authoritative tone. He swiveled in a twang of sarcasm.

He lined two distinctive words together. Delinquent and deeds. The school is screwed just as much as I function. I had to smirk at the last one.

“Care to elaborate on this matter? This is the fifteenth time that I have called you in to review on your disorderly conduct. Firstly, we will touch on unpunctuality. Your homeroom teacher reported that you have an issue with tardiness. What is your excuse this time, In-Na?” he stated. He rested the folder on the black polished table where he, in no doubt, tried to break through the impenetrable wall that I had constructed.

“Excuse? Very harsh term used to put your students down, ssem. Considering that I have been keeping up with my grades, I had expected better from a wise person like you. I did fairly well for my semester’s cumulative,” I implied, mind averted to somewhere else. Distracted by the dandruffs to his greying patch, I avoided his intensifying gaze and his almost balding head.

“How well?”

“Good enough for the soccer team to play for the school,” I hissed, lips twitching in anger.

“Good enough? How well?” he stated, testing my patience.

“Distinction, topped with a grade of perfect four,” I defended, knowing that regardless of my sharp defense, he will always have an advantage. More like an excuse, really. Why wouldn’t he? He has a manipulative daughter. The father  to my archenemy. Well, lady luck scurried away, leaving me to be in this jinxed state.

“Seoul High is a prestigious school in South Korea. We have aspiring students, scholars, willing to do anything to be in your place. We take in students who excel in academics, extracurricular activities and most importantly, in delivering outstanding performance. Character and excellent qualities. You are gifted and bright, In-Na. Your admission to the school was purely based by how academic-inclined you are. This is such a disappointment to the school, and as a headmaster, I want you to pull yourself together,” he stated.

“Are you implying that you chose to believe that every single mischief that has happened to the school since I was admitted,” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Was all done by me?”

“Who ate the food in the teacher’s pantry?

“The chocolate brownie was good but it was a little burnt around the sides.”

“Who burst all of the balloons catered for the dance studio’s official opening?”

“Scissors-hand,” I rolled my eyes. “Me.”

“Who broke the windows in the lab, with a soccer ball?”

“The boys-“ I hesitated, thinking that I will take in the blame this time. “Me.”

“Oh, just to jot down in your book filed against me, I changed the ingredients for the school’s cafeteria last Monday. The fried rice needed some spices,” I added.

“Who soaked my daughter’s lavish flamenco dress with tomato sauce?” he interrupted, annoyed.

“Me..." I grinned.

“Reason being?”

“She soaked my soccer boots-” I ripped open the satchel, throwing the boots on the table. “With perfume.”

He raised a cocky eyebrow. I knew it all too well. He wouldn’t understand.

“Oh and I believe it’s a-“ I pulled a crumpled sticky note and read the content to his scowling expression. “Chanel number 5?”

“I know that I am not as rich and as well off as the other students here but god, that real