I stood down my head, screaming at me, threatening me. I am no longer a young man, I can’t lift my head and look people in the eyes. Grandmother, granddaughter, why are you so close to your grandfather? Why did you create it?
There are a lot of people in the school’s director’s office, but the director of the school, the minor’s inspector and a young teacher hit me with anger. Only the local does not raise their heads stuck in papers. I was already conducted through the defeated act hall, showed traces of blood on some objects. Now I am loaded in full.
And since they say at the same time, I perceive it as an outcry:
The evening meeting of graduates.
The authority of the school was affected.
Respectful people were injured.
Heavy bodily... brain shock.
Lots of scratches, broken hair, broken clothes.
I am getting worse, I can't hold back anymore, I feel I can't stand. I have a Validol record:
I need to go out to the fresh air.
I turn and leave the office. I hear the local voice:
I carry a citizen.
I barely restrained, I walk through the corridor, I go out to the doorstep.I look around, and speeding up the step I rush to the nearest corner of the school.
I turn around and my will power is over.
I start laughing, and what to laugh there - RAT!!! To tears, to knocking my head at the wall.
He found me there, but he started laughing much earlier. He came to me in tears.
So we ran for half an hour.
This is how! Could I miss this?- wiping tears said the districtman - He was always present first, and then decided to approach the end of the evening.
I hope somebody made the video?
“We only have to hope,” he shrugged his hand.
Where did she get all these accessories from?
I thought.
A week earlier, Yulia (my granddaughter) went to Krasnodar for a wedding with a girlfriend.
Probably brought it all from there.
And imagine: yesterday, the evening of the Meeting of Graduates, the acting hall. High school students from the stage congratulate the school, teachers, graduates. In short, they sing and dance. The door opens and my granddaughter (she is in 11th grade) enters the hall in a chic, white wedding dress. Fatah and the bride’s bouquet are also present. Hand in hand with the bridegroom. A witness and a witness with tape across the shoulder.
The bride is on the stage:
Dear guests! I couldn’t help but share my happiness with you, so I decided to throw the “bride’s bouquet” at my school. There are so many single girls who want to get married. Hunt it!! to
He threw a bouquet into the hall.
I already told the local.
The director was thrown out through two rows of chairs, the Inspector for Minors affairs was drowned, the hand was struck, one nail was torn. With faces over two dozen, two with a brain shock. Everything else is like broken noses. There are no schoolgirls injured. Only teachers and graduates. Well, Fizruck got a pinch when he tried to break.
I don’t know how to convince my beloved grandson that this is a bad joke? Especially because I couldn’t see her live. One hope is that there is a recording.