Choose Your Own Adventure - Week 6
Hell Week At Hanover High
Here's the scoop: Stories on Monday. Votes by Thursday. Choose your own adventure! Last week's adventure here
You let him walk alongside you for a second, waiting until you're in earshot of the nearest administrator. "Are you offering to FIX MY GRADES, Mr. Moriarty?"
Triumph. He turns red, then green, then a very translucent shade, and you can tell that he is shaking ever so slightly. Then, as quickly as he came up beside you, he is gone.
And in his place is the principal.
"You. My office. Now."
You roll your eyes. At least it's causing a big scene: the seas of students part to make way for you as you walk at a stubbornly slow pace in front of Ms. Dufresne, the take-no-prisoners principal sent in by the district last year to clean up Hanover High.
Ms. Dufresne's office is drab and gray. Even her coffee cup is gray -- no slogan, no Ziggy cartoon.
"I want an explanation. Now."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ms. Dufresne," you lie, looking up at the dilapidated soundproofing that passes for a ceiling in this joint. One side is warped and stained by leaking rain. And something on the other side catches your eye before moving out of view. It's just quick enough to attract your attention, but you pretend not to notice. Then it moves again, and you look up again, pretending to roll your eyes but actually jockeying for a better view of...
Poll cyoa 07 poll 8
Here's the scoop: Stories on Monday. Votes by Thursday. Choose your own adventure! Last week's adventure here
You let him walk alongside you for a second, waiting until you're in earshot of the nearest administrator. "Are you offering to FIX MY GRADES, Mr. Moriarty?"
Triumph. He turns red, then green, then a very translucent shade, and you can tell that he is shaking ever so slightly. Then, as quickly as he came up beside you, he is gone.
And in his place is the principal.
"You. My office. Now."
You roll your eyes. At least it's causing a big scene: the seas of students part to make way for you as you walk at a stubbornly slow pace in front of Ms. Dufresne, the take-no-prisoners principal sent in by the district last year to clean up Hanover High.
Ms. Dufresne's office is drab and gray. Even her coffee cup is gray -- no slogan, no Ziggy cartoon.
"I want an explanation. Now."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ms. Dufresne," you lie, looking up at the dilapidated soundproofing that passes for a ceiling in this joint. One side is warped and stained by leaking rain. And something on the other side catches your eye before moving out of view. It's just quick enough to attract your attention, but you pretend not to notice. Then it moves again, and you look up again, pretending to roll your eyes but actually jockeying for a better view of...
Poll cyoa 07 poll 8