The Orphans Series Vol. 1: The Orphans Read Online Free Page B

in mandatory school detention and per school policy, will only be released when a parent or guardian is able to pick him up, sir."
                  Frank shook his head in disgust trying to stay level headed but unsure how to approach this. "Wait he got into a fight earlier, and he got into a fight with a girl? You have got to be kidding! Shaun knows better than that! He would never hit a girl! Are you sure you are talking about the right student?"
                  "Yes, I am confident the boy in my detention hall is Shaun Fox. You misunderstood me, though. He didn't get into a fight with a girl--your son and another female student got in a fight with three other boys that he claims were harassing the young woman."
                  Frank was pacing back and forth between the rows of equipment. "Wait! Wait just one God damned minute! My son got into a fight with three boys, and was fighting with a girl?"
                  Mr. Peterson started thinking the situation out and possibly seeing the error in his ways he nervously continued. "Well, you see the three boys might had been keeping the young lady from heading to class, but I am sure you will agree that--"
                  Frank was approaching a meltdown he cut the Principal off. "What are you talking about 'agree'!? You have got to be kidding!" As quickly as he could, he locked up his research and backed up all of his projects while stripping off his white lab research coat for a black bomber jacket with worn patches on it. He transferred the call to his cell phone and headed out the door. "My son stuck up for a girl and you pull him from class and I have to come there before you'll release him!? What exactly did you hope to accomplish from this!?"
                  The Principal was squirming in his seat unsure of what he should even try to articulate. "Well actually fighting in any manner at a school, even if the student, as you put it, felt justified for the reason, is still against the school policy."
                  Frank was flaming mad by this point, not worried who saw him on a rant as he walked down the hallways waving his free hand in the air. "Principal Peterson I tell you what--I'm going to be down to the school as soon as I can physically get there. It would be in your best interest to have something more intelligent to say to me by the time I get there, and if I hear anything that varies from what my son tells me, we are going to have the most in depth conversation of your freaking career!"
                  Mr. Peterson sat up straight in his chair pointing a finger at no one. "I'll have you know that I have had a very distinguished teaching career, sir, hence the title of Principal! You and I can talk until we come to an agreement about his punishment, but--"
                  Frank cut him off spitting out. "Punishment!? I'd say he's pardoned for time served! If you are under the delusional impression that he's going to spend one more minute in that school being detained for no intelligent reason, then you're sadly mistaken! This had better not show up on his school record or keep him from wrestling next month! It sure as hell won't affect the writing he does for the school paper! My son's going places and its ignorant people like you that detain him from reaching his full potential in life!" He ended the call and cursed under his breath until he got to the front door, waving goodbye to Pat, the silver-haired security guard. In the parking lot he climbed up into a red full-size pickup truck. He slammed both fists against the steering wheel to regain his composure before he tried to drive.
                  Mr. Peterson looked around his office, getting nervous that the man was on his way and was pissed. With a trembling hand he placed the phone back in its cradle. He thought about it for a moment and decided a trip to the parking lot for a quick smoke