Joe bursts through the door. Out of breath, he ran toward his classroom. Left, right, up the stairwell, then left again... Room 403? No. Room 435. Joe leans against the wall while trying to catch his breath as an authoritarian voice shouts from up the staircase. “Smith. My office. Now.”, “Fuck”, Joe began making his way up, following the sound of heels click-clacking throughout the halls. Right into the arms of The Principal Blanc. He entered the office, and the door got closed shut behind him. He takes a seat before he could hear her walking up behind him. Her hands came crashing down on his shoulders. “Third time this month, Smith, you know what that means.”, she said with wicked joy in her voice. Joe didn’t know what it meant. A letter to his parents again, or some excessive time of detention? He just hoped this entire ordeal would be over better sooner than later. “So, Smith, I am interested in the excuse you come up with this time. Had trouble finding a parking space? Stuck in traffic overall? Recovering from last night?”, she asked him, taking a seat in front of him, leaning herself on the table, with an obiviously faked smile. Joe thought about a convincing response while getting distracted by her just exposing her massive breasts. She did not need to wear a bra. Those melons were tightly pressed into the light brown fabric of her top. As if they were about to spill out at any moment. “Huh?”, she hummed. “Did not hear my alarm and overslept. That’s why I am late. Sorry, Miss Blanc, won’t happen again.”, Joe answered. “Oh, yeah, I am sure IT won’t happen again since I am going to make sure it won’t happen again.”, she leaned herself back into her chair, crossing her arms.
There was an uncomfortable silence. “So, can I go now?”, Joe asked while reaching for his backpack and trying to leave. “Sit”, she said in a harsh tone. Joe followed the order and saw her coming around the table. “Give me your backpack.”, “Why”, he said, tightening his grip. “Because you were trying to smuggle in some booze. Smith, I could hear those glass bottles a mile away while you were running through the halls. This also goes on the list. Disturbance of such kind won’t be tolerated in my school. Now hand over your backpack.” Reluctant he handed over his back, and indeed, the glass bottles are clanking inside. Miss Blanc pulled out two empty bottles of vodka. Joe gulped internally. He totally forgot about them. She puts them on her desk. “Lets see.”, she said before starting to empty his backpack in search of more bottles. His heart stood still for a few seconds as the last item she got her hands on was the gun. “Aren’t you a bit too old for such toys?”, she mocked him before putting it on the desk as well. She went back to her chair and reached for the gun. "Now Smith, what should the punishment be?", she said while inspecting the toy. Running her black fake nails over the buttons.
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