She Called Me a Cheat, But the Principal Begged Me to Enroll Chapter 05

She Called Me a Cheat, But the Principal Begged Me to Enroll Chapter 05

“Enough.” 

Principal Harris’s furious shout made everyone 

flinch. 

“This is absurd.” 

Madison regained just enough sense not to slap 

1. me. 

Then she looked at me with smug satisfaction. 

“Exactly, Ava Carter. Principal Harris treats you so 

well, and this is how you repay him? Spreading lies 

right in front of him?“. 

Principal Harris pointed at them one by one, hist 

eyes cold. 

“I was talking about you.” 

Madison’s smile froze. 

Principal Harris did not give her time to recover. 

“Ava Carter is the art scholarship recruit I spent a 

great deal of money on and drove out of state 

three times to bring here. Her full financial–aid 

package, art–supply grant, and smartphone usage 

permit were all approved by me.” 

“She ran in the women’s open division five–mile 

race. Her bib, official chip, split records, and finish 

time are all linked in the women’s division system.” 

“Cheating with a boys‘ spare timing chip?” 

His voice turned sharper. 

“That spare chip was inactive, unlinked to her bib, 

and incapable of touching her results page.” 

“You took a chip that could not possibly affect her 

score and used it to freeze her points and start an 

expulsion review?” 

When he finished, everyone in the room looked at 

one another. 

Madison’s mouth fell open. 

“She… she’s the new art scholarship recruit? How 

is that possible?” 

“She’s just a poor student from a low–income 

household. How could a family like that raise a 

national youth art award winner?” 

She shook her head, refusing to accept it. 

Dean Miller’s face was already slick with sweat. 

Large beads rolled down his cheeks and dripped 

off his chin. 

“I said from the beginning that this girl carried 

herself like an excellent student. You could tell at a 

glance.” 

“But Madison Blake insisted she had cheated in the race. I originally wanted to check which 

division she entered, and I wanted to check the chip number and timing system, but Ms. Blake kept blocking me.” 

“I have no idea how Ava offended Ms. Blake.” 

The other administrators rushed to echo him. 

“Exactly. The school has so much work going on, but Ms. Blake kept pushing us to cancel her results.” 

“She is Ava’s student conduct advisor, so we 

thought she knew the student’s situation better. Who would have known she couldn’t even 

understand basic race divisions, bib numbers, and chip binding rules?” 

Principal Harris turned his head in shock. 

“What? You planned to freeze all her results and 

suspend her scholarship–recruit status?” 

The administrators stammered, guilt written all 

over their faces. 

“We were all misled by Madison Blake.” 

I quietly handed over the temporary disciplinary 

notice. 

It clearly stated that Ava Carter’s inter–school race 

results were frozen and her recruitment status 

suspended. 

Principal Harris nearly exploded. 

“You idiots.” 

“I have been working everywhere to recruit 

students for this year’s art competition ranking 

and college admissions data.” 

“And what did you do? You checked nothing. No 

numbers, no surveillance, no timing records. You 

simply froze her results and started expulsion 

proceedings.” 

“Do you still want your jobs?” 

Everyone panicked. 

“Principal Harris, this is all a misunderstanding. It’s 

all Madison’s fault.” 

“She likes stirring up trouble. We don’t know why, 

but she is especially hostile toward students.” 

I bowed deeply to Principal Harris. 

“Principal Harris, I am very grateful that you 

recognized my talent.” 

“But as you can see, this school is not a safe place for me. And now that the disciplinary notice has been issued, I have no reason to stay.” 

Principal Harris helped me stand upright. 

“Ava, please don’t say that. Having you study here 

is an honor for the entire school.” 

“I admit I had my own reasons. With your family situation, pulling you all the way to Boston was 

not entirely fair to you. That was why I approved your financial aid and art–supply grant. I wanted to help where I could.” 

I sighed. 

“Principal Harris, you probably should not have 

mentioned that.” 

“The teachers all said I lied my way into financial aid. They said I used school money to buy a phone 

and cheated in a race to steal a scholarship. I 

don’t feel safe accepting any of it anymore.” 

“I will pack my things today and stop causing 

trouble for you.” 

Principal Harris’s face darkened completely. 

“They don’t get to decide your future.” 

“I will have the registrar revoke this disciplinary 

notice and remove every temporary record from 

your student file. The athletics office will also 

reinstate your race results and overall score.” 

“At Riverton Arts Academy, I still have the final 

say.”