Dodging the site of Clayton, the biggest 'Dick' in school, and his cocky-looking father., you slip under a hole in the side of the the principal's desk. You len against the dark ebony inner edges of the legs of the desk, and stare out around you, waiting patiently.
Clayton's apathetic kicking sneakers to your left, and Clayton's father's loafers more in that direction. You sneak in the opposite way, not wanting to take any chances with those two, and more over to the inner edges of Mr. Worthington's desk. You look up at the commanding authority figure, and sigh.
Mr. Worthington was a man in his 30s. He knew about everything that went on in this typical hellhole of a school but you wonder if that also means he knew about the science experiment? This thought troubles you, but you let it go. Looking from the black loafers, up his loosely defined legs in a pair of black fancy pants, and up to his slightly chubby body and the muscular arms that are clearly filling the suit he's wearing, you shudder. Past that perfectly groomed balding hair and the ear-to-ear beard plus goatee he's got, he must've been an ex-jock.
As the principal stands up and shakes Clayton's Father's hands, you watch the 'badass' jock exit with his dad.
You watch the principal slump back down in his chair. His eyes can see past his slightly large gut, and he can see under the desk.
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