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[color=slategray][sub]The Timeskip

Location: The Principal's Office
Interacting with: Satan himself[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]
[indent]There were two people in the principal’s office, and both of them had a different view on the situation they were in.

Damian had never been in this situation before. Sure, he’d been in the principal’s office before, but that was under different circumstances. Never before had he been in this place, to get [i]reprimanded[/i]. And for stuff that didn’t even happen on school grounds! He wasn’t even sure he could be punished for the party he’d thrown, and yet… here he was.

Henry, on the other hand, had been in this situation many times before. It hadn’t always been the principal, sometimes it was his parents, sometimes it was a cop, sometimes it was a school authority figure — but, he was used to this. Sitting on the other side of the desk beside Damian, Henry knew damn well what he had to say on this matter. He crossed his arms over his chest, and gave Principal Evans a look that dared him to say something.

Mr. Evans dropped two antacids into his water, watching as it fizzed up. This whole party business was unbelievable to him. When he’d been younger, kids hadn’t needed all of that to have a good time. Yet, here the new generation was. Sitting in front of him after throwing a bash for the ages, with plenty of underage drinking, illegal fireworks, and who knows what else.

Damn kids.

[color=074460][b]“I’m sure you both know why you’re here —”[/b][/color] He couldn’t even finish his sentence before Henry spoke up.

[color=b57f13][b]“Lawyer.”[/b][/color]

Principal Evans sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying again. [color=074460][b]“Mr. Green, if you would be so kind as to let me speak.”[/b][/color] He said, sipping from the water. Henry shifted in his seat, and narrowed his eyes. But, for now, he was quiet. [color=074460][b]“Thanks to the glory of social media, the PTA and the school board have found out about the party you two threw. It wasn’t very hard to figure out who threw it, after we interviewed a few other students —”[/b][/color]

[color=b57f13][b]“[sub]Narcs.[/sub]”[/b][/color]

The principal sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy, was it? [color=074460][b]“So, we need to reprimand you, or everyone is going to go ballistic. You want my advice? Institute a no recording device policy next time. I feel bad for you kids, everything you do is plastered all over the internet…”[/b][/color]

[color=309b75][b]“Uhm, excuse me sir… can I interject?”[/b][/color] Damian waited for Mr. Evans to nod, and then he continued, [color=309b75][b]“I don’t think we’ve done anything [i]technically[/i] wrong, as far as things go. Unless there’s something I didn’t know about in the student handbook, saying you can’t throw an off school grounds, after school hours party — with a few friends.”[/b][/color] That was Damian’s story and he was sticking to it.

[color=074460][b]“With all due respect, Mr. O’Connor, and don’t get me wrong, there is certainly some due — you’re an excellent student — I’ve seen the snaps and tweets and facebook videos from the party you threw, and it wasn’t with ‘a few friends.’ It looked to me like most of the student body was there. But, anyway, regarding whether or not you can be punished for something like this: short answer is yes. The school board has the ultimate authority to do whatever they want, and in this situation, they want to punish the people that threw the party.”[/b][/color] Damian listened to the principal speak, then gave a defeated nod and sigh.

[color=309b75][b]“Under… stood. What’s the sentence?”[/b][/color] Detention? Community service? Both?

[color=074460][b]“You’re off of the football team, indefinitely.”[/b][/color] He said, and Damian’s eyes flew wide like a deer in the headlights.

WHAT. But wait, Damian! There’s more.

[color=074460][b]“And you’ve got detention every day for the next month. And you’re to help with the dance committee, as community service. After your debt to society is paid, we can talk about the football ban.”[/b][/color] Principal Evans said, before turning to Henry. [color=074460][b]“And [i]you,[/i] Mr. Green. You’re a lot harder to punish, since you don’t really have anything we can take away from you…”[/b][/color] Principal Evans squinted at Henry. Henry squinted back. Take your shot, old man.

[color=b57f13][b]“Law. Yer.”[/b][/color]

[color=074460][b]“You’re in detention with Damian here for the next month. For your community service, you’re going to be on the yearbook team, for the rest of the year. And every Friday until future notice for you will be in school suspension.”[/b][/color]

[color=b57f13][b]“AY! That’s cruel and unusual!”[/b][/color] Henry protested. He didn’t want to be in any extracurricular things! He had enough going on. Like, film club.

[color=074460][b]“I’ll be calling both of your parents to let them know.”[/b][/color] The aura on the student’s side of the desk had shifted. Damian now radiated silence and death, wondering how his mother would take it. Henry, on the other hand, was furious.

[color=b57f13][b]“Call ‘em, dude. They don’t give a damn about the lil ol Henry that could. You gonna be hearin’ from my lawyer[i]s[/i]. That’s plural. Because I have a squadron of them. Your little school got a group of ‘em? I didn’t think so. LET’S GO, DAMIAN.”[/b][/color] Henry snapped as the bell rang, signaling that homeroom started in five minutes.

Both students walked out of the room, Henry leaving in a huff while Damian left in a silent, wraithlike state.[hr][color=slategray]We resume our tale now in the wake of the party thrown by Damian and his friends. It's a quiet Monday in BHHS, everything is fine — except for the punishments handed out to Mr. Green and Mr. O'Connor. The pair march toward their homeroom class, one of them with his head held high, and the other staring at the ground in a most uncharacteristic way.

It has been five days since the party. What has the student body been up to since then? Feel free to post after this with flashback posts relating to the five day gap from the party and now, or even any unfinished business at the party itself! Just be sure to notate if it's a flashback. Other than that, welcome to homeroom.

Conveniently, most of our cast shares a homeroom teacher; a[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/uvOrSZr.png]Mrs. Winship[/url]. [color=slategray]Due to her negligence (and there is a lot of it), her homeroom class is largely forty five minutes during which the students can gossip and socialize. Enjoy, because it's all downhill here fom here.[/color][/indent]