"Do your reports not have the dates for those incidents? The first and third times were when I was new to both my first school and my secondary school! It's not my fault the maps are hard to read!"
The female checks her clipboard again, searching for confirmation of what you have told her. After a dissatisfied look spreads across her face, she looks back at you;
"Well... I suppose that accounts for two of the incidents, but my record states three." a smile stretching back across her face as she realizes she has you "Can you explain that one away as easily mister?"
well
shit.
The second incident wasn't because you got lost, it was because, well...
You were pulled into the bathroom by a couple of dogs, the school bullies know as the "Horrible Three" because creating names for groups is hard and it's late and fuck it I'm lazy.
The experience had been rather traumatic for you, as before that incident you had never truly understood how cruel the mistresses that controlled society could be. Up until then your life had been fairly normal, you had been as regular a citizen as anyone else, or so you had believed. The memory haunted you beyond anything else you had experienced. Debating whether it was worth explaining the story to woman currently in control of turning you into a toilet, you stood frozen under the harsh light blaring from the overhead racks.
"Well? Can you explain this? I'll give you ten seconds, you can either explain why you were in that bathroom, or I will make you a toilet right here right now. Do you understand mister? Ten. Nine. Eight;"
As the dark furred mutt stood, counting to your seemingly inevitable fate, you decided to;
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