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“Do you understand why you are in here today?” asked Principal Nilk.

The principal looked pretty normal to me, except for the third eye on the middle of his forehead. “They’re creating abominations,” my dad would tell me. “But you can’t say that in public any more.”

“I was mean to Jo,” I said. I clenched my fists and looked at the floor, trying to avoid staring at the principal’s third eye. But he surely realized my intention.

“Not just mean,” said the principal. “What did you say to her?”

“I don’t remember,” I said.

“Don’t lie to me,” said the principal.

“Think outside the box?” I said.

The principal nodded. “You can’t say that her, she’s one of the Cuboid Bots of Darlid 9.”

“It’s just a turn of phrase,” I said.

“Oh really?” said the principal. “And what about what you told Timothy a couple minutes later?”

Notes

This was written in 10 minutes during a Joy of Writing meetup.