“I can’t help you GET a snack because I have to save my
classmates from BECOMING snacks,” you scream as you sprint towards the office.
But just as you are about to open the office door, you feel a hand on your
shoulder. You turn around and find the substitute principal standing behind
you.
“I don’t know how your regular principal does things,” he
says, “but when I am in charge, students are not allowed to run in the halls.”
Then he notices the smooshed candy wrappers and chip bags that are stuck to
your jeans and shoes. “It looks like running in the halls is the least of your
crimes,” he shouts as he hauls you off to the office. “Breaking the candy
machines will earn you a week in pass room!”
You try to explain to him about your missing class and about
Earl and the chicken mummies, but he doesn’t believe you. Instead, he gives you
TWO WEEKS in pass room for lying.
As you sit in the pass room, you can hear occasional screams
of terror and pain from the ceiling. The real principal doesn’t return until
the next day. By the time to get to tell him your side of the story and he
agrees to help, it is too late. When the rescue party enters Earl’s ceiling
lair, the only signs of your classmates are a few gum wrappers and a shoe lace
or two.
THE END
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