Henry rubbed his chin in thought as he toured down the school halls. The school opened up to him. He suddenly became aware of just how vast his options were. He could really become anyone he wanted, if this information were true.
A door opened in front of him, snapping him back to reality. A short but buxom dark skinned woman walked out. It was his Spanish teacher, Ms. Burrieza.
"Ah, where did I leave that...?" she mumbled to herself.
"Hey Ms.Burrieza."
"Oh, h-hello...Err...It began with an 'H', right?" said the teacher with a heavy accent.
"Yes ma'am. My name's Henry," he replied while smirking. Ms. Burrieza was the newest addition to the staff this year and was filling the major gap in the language department. She very young and very determined, according to the principle anyway. Though it was early in the school year, she looked extremely flustered and busy already. Henry kind of felt sorry for her.
"Right, that was it. Sorry, if you're here for checking on last week's paper I can't stay and chat...You hadn't happen to see a handbag lying somewhere around here?"
"No ma'am."
She said something under her breath that sounded like a curse. "My fiancé is going to kill me if I'm late again...Not your problem, sorry. Now if you'll excuse me I'm in a bit of a rush."
With that, she walked off down the hall looking around the floor, her high heels clicked the whole time. Henry noticed that the door she came out of read in clear black letters "Teacher's Lounge."
"Interesting..." he said with a smile.
He peeked inside. There was no one there, but there were plenty of teacher's personal belongings thrown on the tops of chairs. With a sharp eye, Henry spotted Ms. Burrieza's handbag thrown on top of the fridge, apparently she hadn't bothered to look up instead of down. There was sure to be a brush or something inside it that would have the hair he needed.
There was also a large green coat on top of one of the chairs. It belonged to Mrs. Edwards who taught English. She was considered to be a tall plump woman, especially after she came back from maternity leave. But she was only thirty or so and was fairly shapely, particularly in the rump area. It would be easy to find a hair on the collar of the coat.
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