Discipline a Rebel Will Never Forget
As Derek passed a large plexi-glass window on his left, he slowed down and looked in. Behind the glass at a desk was a fairly old secretary filing her nails through her bi-focals. The phone rang and she dropped the filer on the desk and picked up the reciever and began talking cheerily through it to the person on the other end. Derek looked passed her at the door. "Ms. Matheson" "Principal" A smile cept onto the corner of Dereks mouth as he pictured the beautiful Mr. Matheson in...