Bab 83: 83. Official Report(2)
The students sitting nearby were shocked by Aiden's words. They'd never
heard someone dismiss the exams so entirely.
Especially someone who was so academically talented. Most students took these exams
very seriously. They studied for days and agonized over their results.
But it seemed like Aiden didn't care about the exams at all. He didn't even think they were meaningful. Collective Worship Charm Plus 1 Leo shook his head furiously and said,
Bullshit! I don't believe that for a second! In Leo's mind, there was no way a student
would purposefully underperform on an exam.
It didn't make any sense. Meanwhile, Aiden had already opened his laptop. Leo was
fuming.
If you insist on being stubborn, then I'm afraid I'll have to file a report! He yelled. Leo
stormed out of the room and headed toward the teacher's office. Aiden shook his head,
turned back to his computer, and continued to work.
Because of Leo's interruption, he'd lost his train of thought. Now he had to waste
valuable time getting back into the flow of things. Leo sat down in a chair in Mr. Harvey's
office and explained the situation.
Aiden is a big problem in class. If he keeps openly disregarding rules without any
punishment, other students are going to start to do it too! It won't just be one laptop in
class. It'll be 20! It has to be fair.
No devices in class for anyone! Mr. Harvey listened to Leo in silence. If you ask me, he
deserves to be expelled, Leo continued. He's a troublemaker! Mr. Harvey sighed as Leo
concluded his impassioned speech.
He might have to change the class monitor. Leo was insufferable. Leo, he said with a
patronizing smile.
Isn't there a mid-autumn festival coming up? I suggest you spend your time and energy
preparing for that. Leo was stunned. Mr. Harvey had dismissed his complaint without a
moment's consideration.
It was as he'd expected. Mr. Harvey had a soft spot for Aiden. Leo nodded and pretended
to go back to class.
In fact, as soon as the door closed behind him, he ran upstairs toward the administrative
offices. Leo knocked on the door of the principal's office. Come in, please, said Mr.
Turkle.
Hello, he said after Leo entered. What can I do for you today? I'd like to file an official
report of student misconduct. I see.
And who are you reporting today? Mr. Turkle asked in a tone of someone who's asked
the same question a million times. Aiden Dale. Mr. Turkle's expression changed.
Now this was interesting. He closed the office door and poured Leo a glass of water. Tell
me everything, he said smiling.
Leo told Mr. Turkle about Aiden's behavior in class. He tried to speak calmly and
objectively so that the principal would take him more seriously. When he was done, he
gently mentioned the possibility of expulsion.
Mr. Turkle listened and nodded. He was definitely playing on his computer in class, he
asked, tapping his finger to his chin. Are you positive? Yes, he's using it right now.
If you don't believe me, you can go and take a look for yourself. Mr. Turkle frowned and
murmured. Yes, well, that's definitely against school policy.
But in terms of expulsion, Hmm. Mr. Turkle rubbed his chin and muttered a few words
under his breath. No, not enough.
No. What was that, Mr. Turkle? Oh, no, nothing, Mr. Turkle said. Leo, go back to class.
Don't worry, I'll handle this, he said as he patted the boy on the shoulder. I've seen this
sort of thing before. Some students have no discipline, no respect.
I'll handle it. Don't you worry. The bell rang and Leo returned to the classroom.
He looked at Aiden and smirked. Aiden was completely focused on his computer screen.
He had no idea that a storm was brewing.
After Leo left his office, Mr. Turkle picked up his phone. A minute
later, Chad Fortenberry, Miss Fortenberry's nephew, came in through the door. Principal
Turkle, what can I do for you? Chad had lost a considerable amount of weight since Mr.
Turkle had last seen him.
There were dark rings under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in days, and there was a
strange look in his eyes. Mr. Turkle beckoned for Chad to sit down and told him with a
smile. It's about our friend Aiden.
Are you interested? Chad sat bolt upright in his chair. Aiden? He balled his hands into
fists and gritted his teeth. What about him? At the annual school competition, Aiden had
robbed Chad of first prize.
He'd been totally humiliated. Ever since, he'd been plotting his revenge. Mr. Turkle could
see Chad's eagerness.
Let me tell you all about it, he said. When Mr. Turkle finished repeating what Leo had
told him, Chad was gleeful. He rubbed his hands together.
What are you waiting for? He asked. You should expel him right away. Well, it's not that
simple, Mr. Turkle sighed.
Bringing a laptop to school is against regulations, but it's not enough reason to expel someone. For that, he'd have to do something, something a bit more extreme. Damn it,
Chad cursed in frustration.
So we can't touch him? Mr. Turkle chuckled and shifted forward in his seat. Not exactly,
he said. This particular offense might not warrant permanent expulsion.
He looked meaningfully at Aiden. But another offense could. Chad wasn't sure he
understood.
What do you mean? He asked. Mr. Turkle leaned over and whispered something into
Chad's ear. Chad's eyes brightened.
A bell rang, signaling the end of morning classes. But Aiden's task was not yet complete.
Almost finished, Aiden muttered to himself as he continued to type at a furious speed.
He decided to stay in the classroom and finish the project. He was so close. One by one,
the rest of the students in the room filtered out into the hall.
Aiden didn't notice when a group of them returned to the room a few moments later.
They knew now that something big was about to go down, and they wanted to be there
to watch it happen. Look who's coming, Leo said, speaking over Aiden's shoulder.
Aiden frowned and looked up. Another interruption. He saw that Mr. Turkle was walking
toward him, flanked by a group of students.
The students looked vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn't quite place them. It's been
brought to my attention, Mr. Turkle said in his most authoritative voice, that you may not
have earned your latest test scores through honest means. I urge you to take this
opportunity to come clean.
Aiden glanced at the laptop beside him and saw that the firewall was nearing a critical
stage in the development process. He couldn't ignore it. He placed his hands back on the
keyboard and, with his eyes fixed on the monitor, replied, Principal Turkle, I don't
understand what you're trying to say.
Please explain yourself more clearly. The other students who were watching tried to
suppress giggles. They'd never seen a student talk to the principal in that way.
As Aiden continued to tap out code, openly ignoring everyone else around him, Mr.
Turkle felt a surge of indignation. Who the hell did this boy think he was? The onlookers
were also surprised by Aiden's blatant show of disrespect. He was playing on his
computer right in front of the principal.
Mr. Turkle reached his hand over Aiden's shoulder and pushed the lid of the laptop down.
First things first, he said as he picked up the computer. I'm confiscating this laptop.
Wait, Aiden gasped. It's almost done. Mr. Turkle hugged the laptop to his chest and
sneered.
Now he had the boy's attention. Aiden glared at him. Mr. Turkle flipped the laptop over in
his hands and examined it.
Apple, nice. Wow, it's lighter than I thought it'd be. Very nice.
Mr. Turkle tried to turn the laptop over again, but it slipped out of his hands and fell to
the floor. It hit the floor with a sharp cracking sound. Aiden winced.
He rushed over to the laptop and picked it up. He opened the cover to reveal a shattered
screen. No matter what he did, he couldn't get the computer to turn on.
His eyes flashed with anger. All that work completely destroyed. He turned to Mr. Turkle
with hate in his eyes.
You have no idea what you just did, you idiot. Mr. Turkle had been feeling a little guilty
about breaking the laptop, but when he heard this, his former irritation returned. Watch
your mouth when you're speaking to me, he yelled.
After taking a second to regain his composure, he continued more calmly. It's just a
computer. I'll pay for the damages.
It cost $6,000, Aiden said, looking down at the broken screen. Tess and Millie whispered
back and forth between each other. One of the students whistled when he heard the
price.
Is it really that expensive? Mr. Turkle asked. He looked around at the other students. He
didn't know much about computers, so he wasn't sure if Aiden was telling him the truth
or not.
Yes, Mr. Turkle, someone said. I took a look at it earlier. It's one of their most expensive
models.
Some students shuffled their feet awkwardly. They were starting to feel a little
embarrassed for Mr. Turkle. Mr. Turkle was flustered.
He had no idea that a flimsy-looking notebook could be so expensive. $6,000 was a lot of
money. It would be hard for him to put together that amount of cash.
It's not just about the computer, Aiden yelled. I was working on a very important project
for the FBI, and now it's ruined. A project for the FBI, Mr. Turkle asked incredulously.
Did I hear that correctly? Aiden nodded. Mr. Turkle burst into laughter. Aiden, Aiden,
that's too good.
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