"Are you kidding? The students at this institution are great. I will not stand for this!" Headmaster Citi belched at the Department of Western Boarding Schools. They arrived on his campus, Denver Academy, to say that they were giving him one year to rid his school of problem children or they were taking away his accreditation. Naturally, one would panic in this situation but not Cameron Citi. He had it all under control. "Please excuse yourselves out. I have a lunch appointment." His tempered lowered as he gathered his materials from the head of the table. "Remember Headmaster Citi, One Year." The leader of the department calmly stated... With one shake of his head, Mr. Citi glided out the room. He left the John C. Depp Conference Building in a rush to his lunch appointment: the Thai basket laying on his desk.
"Has anyone seen Mr. Citi," Landon Johnson asked a couple making out in the hall. Mr. Citi was never late to their private AP Music Theory class. Landon had been waiting in the classroom since 7th period started 30 minutes ago. It wasn't like him to be late or absent. *Text Ring* Hey on the sunroof. Let's have some fun! This girl who he hadn't even bothered to remember the name of texted him. Well as long as Mr. Citi wasn't here. What was the harm?
"LANDON! LANDON! Where are you going?" Mr. Citi asked from behind his desk. Landon had stared right at him and didn't even notice him. Landon was doing so well and then he had to go and disrespect him.
Getting up, he noticed a few things: how easy it was to move, how he felt like he was lighter than a penny, and how know one seemed to know he was there. "Ahhh a fly!" One of the eighth grades yelled. He glanced around but saw none. "Get him!" another yelled. Once again, he looked for the fly right when a hand smacked him down. Ouch! He moved quickly down the hall getting away from the girls. No matter where he went there were people hitting and slapping at him. Which led him to only believe one thing... and he didn't want to say it. He remember when this happened to every other single person in his family and they hated it. Everyday since he was born, 32 years ago, he hoped he wouldn't get the Citi Transformation Curse. However here it was. Anger took over him as he realized a fly wasn't what he had in mind. Maybe a killer wasp or white tiger. Without think, he searched everywhere for Landon. Finally, hitting the sunroof, which made no sense but there was a slight possibility. He heard a quiet bass. Peering over the roof, were about 10 kids. Doing everything: drinking VODKA, dancing, and everything else. Why weren't these kids in class? It didn't matter right now. All he had to do was find Landon. Which also meant for pretend the board of WBS wasn't right. He flew around back towards the column and stop short when he heard the faint noise of people. Turning the corner quietly as if he was still a human, there was Landon and a girl. He couldn't pin down her name which was sad because he knew everyone. He refused to admit to what they were doing and took off towards his office. Passing a couple of boys gambling, some smoking, and two girls fighting, he finally realize what he'd been missing. The same group of people that claimed they were changing just changed the hours in which they misbehaved. He knew what he had to do but, couldn't bring himself to it. Finally landing on his desk, he closed his eyes hoping this wasn't happening.
"Mr. Citi, Landon is here!" Agnes, his assistant, rang on the buzzer. Cameron opened his eyes and stared down at his now present fingers resting on the desk. He smiled to himself as he recognized himself again. "Send him in Agnes" He waited a few seconds till Landon finally opened the door. "Mr. C! Where were you during class?" "Around Landon. We need to talk." "What's up?" "I'm suspending you for two weeks." "WHAT! Mr. C, What did I do wrong?" "You know son. You know. I'll be sending your academics to you. Now you should get ready for rugby. Your sister will be here to get you in the morning." He watched as his favorite senior left his office. The one thing he hated most was upsetting the people he loved. But, it had to be done. Even if it was his own nephew. "Agnes, Please send for Michelle Wagner."
At least it is here, and it is not bad. However, keep deadlines. Now, you are missing Eva.
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