Dirty Lesson
The wooden chair outside the heads office had seen my backside more than once. The secretary glanced at me through the open door and slowly shook her head to herself. It was familiar to see me there. I’m not exactly a bad person, it’s just that whenever I act the goat or get up to mischief, I always seemed to get caught. This time though I was fighting and deserved to be in front of the head once more. We all knew that there was a temporary replacement in at the moment. We had seen her...