"Because you don't become principal and get on the district board to not take Friday off with your son once and a while."
Calhoun threw a black duffel to Cassidy. There were a few pairs of dark jeans, a smattering of flannels and black tee shirts, and a toiletries bag. There were also Cassidy's riding boots and spurs.
"The rest is already packed, as well as food, and enough for two more people. So name them, and they're coming."
Cassidy couldn't help but smile at that one. Okay the announcement was still a little much but "Um, Oliver and Aerika I guess but I don't know how they'd do with all of this."
Calhoun shouldered his bag, picking up the microphone to the loudspeaker. "They'll learn." he said sporting a grin, knowing as well as Cassidy how funny it would probably be to watch them ride for their first times.
"Would Oliver and Aerika please report to the principles office immediately. Bring your bags."
Calhoun's grin widened. "That should get them moving."
Oliver didn't envy Cassidy at all for having the principal for a father. Not that there was anything wrong with Mr. Calhoun, but getting called out to come to your dad's office during the middle of school is a bit embarrassing...
But lo and behold, just a few minutes later Oliver hears his own name over the loudspeaker.
What??
He can't imagine what business the principal has with him but hey, Oliver isn't exactly attached to the current lecture being given by his history professor.
He shoves his stuff in his bag, swings it over one shoulder and heads out the door, giving the class a little salute. He makes his way over to the principal's office and gives the door a slight knock as he opens it.
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"You didn't call me down here for this did you"
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Calhoun threw a black duffel to Cassidy. There were a few pairs of dark jeans, a smattering of flannels and black tee shirts, and a toiletries bag. There were also Cassidy's riding boots and spurs.
"The rest is already packed, as well as food, and enough for two more people. So name them, and they're coming."
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"Would Oliver and Aerika please report to the principles office immediately. Bring your bags."
Calhoun's grin widened. "That should get them moving."
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"Thanks Dad" he said quietly, looking down at the bag.
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But lo and behold, just a few minutes later Oliver hears his own name over the loudspeaker.
What??
He can't imagine what business the principal has with him but hey, Oliver isn't exactly attached to the current lecture being given by his history professor.
He shoves his stuff in his bag, swings it over one shoulder and heads out the door, giving the class a little salute. He makes his way over to the principal's office and gives the door a slight knock as he opens it.