He follows the hallway passing classrooms and occasional windows, and lands right onto the principle.
"Oh my god!— What's a dog doing in the school?" the principle, Mr. Samuel, says.
"I-I'm not a dog. I... I just look like one!"
"He's barking like mad! I'm lucky this hall is empty or I'd be in trouble."
Samuel instinctively got out a pair of latex gloves(he doesn't like dandruff at all) and picked Zach up. Samuel was quite confused in the whole deal.
How could I be luckier? Mr. Samuel is taking me directly out of school, which is just what I wanted!
They arrived at a double-door, Zach's gateway to freedom. "How did you get here, anyway?" Mr. Samuel asked the dog, totally voiding the fact that dogs can't talk.
"Shut up and let me go."
"Ah, so that's how. Be a good dog then."
"Go away."
"See ya."
Zach was alone on the sidewalk now. He decided to go...
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