I am constantly a fruit...♥

I always get Emilee an apple at lunch. She puts the sticker on my forehead. I am a fruit for the rest of the day. I was sitting in drama and they called me to the office. I had no idea why. I was sitting in the office nervously waiting. "Next." Mr. Tomas one of the administraters persons called. The office lady looked at me and I trudged those dreadful 7 feet from my chair to the door of the office. "Hang on, we have to wait until this student finishes." He said to me at the door. So we both stood there at the doorway until the student finished talking to her parent/gaurdian on the phone. Mr. Tomas glanced to my forehead, "So what kinda fruit are you?" "What?" "What kinda fruit are you?" "Oh, Golden delicious." I said rocking back on my heels. Mr. Tomas is a serious man, so he didn't really smile, but I could tell he could catch what kinda person I am- A fruit. (That was the point of the story- but I think you might wanna hear why I was in the office.) "Olivia, you have 11 tardies, all but one are morning tardies. Once you hit twelve, you get I.S.S." (In school suspension) he said. "Oh." Was all I could say. Then we chatted about what I could do in the morning to get to school on time. "We need to call a parent, would you like to or should I?" "I will." I answered a little too quickly. I walked over to the phone and dialed dad's number. When I explained the situation to dad, here is what he said, "Whoo-Hoo!" When dad said he would help me as much as he could, we said goodbye and I hung up. "Sounds like you and your dad have a great relationship, that's good." He said as I made my way towards the door. "Yeah." "Well that was relatively painless." The End.