Dude, Why are You so Emo?[Original][part 1]

The old woman, Mrs. Widown, continued her strut down the dreaded hall of doom like she'd seemd to havedone so far too many times. Soon enough, she picked out a dark door and those plastic nails clacked on a doorknob and shoved the door open.
"Darla, darling, I've seen too many of your prisoners today. Write down their name and I will have the Dean deal with them later." Came another and much younger woman sitting behind a rundown, old desk staring at her souless computer.
"Darla Widown?" He whispered to himself scratching his chin and looking back to the floor and his blue and black Vans.
"Hmm...? Yes hun, that's my name." Oh God, woman, stop smiling. The wrinkle's constant curling was going to the beginning of anew phobia. Laughing, she turned her attention to the much younger woman locked in her desk-for-a-prison. "He's not my prisoner, or atleast not for now, he's new here."
"Oh really? Well welcome, and I hope this will be your only forced visit to the office." The woman stood up and leaned over her desk and put out a hand, "Ms. Yellurh, I'll be your attendance lady and the voice you'll hear on the anouncements."
His took yet another hand and shook it, this time not hearing any bones rattle, or he'd just been deafened by Mrs. Widown.
"Lets not waste any time, the boy needs his schedule and be on his way to class."
Oh class, just what he wanted to go to. Girls fawning over his blackened, gelled hair and skinny jeans. That was just what he needed.