Seeing as my entrance to Michelle’s new lair was blocked by an ancient taboo, and I really was disgusted with the way george acted around Michelle, I did the only thing I could.

I left school and went home.

I had had enough of life for a day. Everyone could do perfectly well without me! Who really needed me to supply them with random words, and who really needed my help to get through a random bout of sadness?!?!

By now I was in quite a fuming rage at Michelle and george, and I was just about to walk out the the door, the gate of doom through which I entered every morning to submit myself to the tortures my teachers had thought of for the day.

When, of course, a giant hand in a nice buttoned-shirt and cuff links grabbed my shoulder and marched me right down to Principal Burrito’s office.

No, you heard me right. I was in deeper-than-the-Mariana-trench trouble, and I had my butt in a big, blue (and quite comfy) Barcelona chair in Senior Principal Johnathan Burrito’s office.

Trouble loomed.