Background:
The events in this story actually happened, but I wrote it as a fiction story because it’s boring as a non-fiction story. The teacher and principal names were changed for the story for personal reasons. I hope you like my tale.
Picture this, it’s midday on a warm day in April. You’re in middle school, and you’re outside with your class to test something for your robotics class. The teacher, Mr. Demens, a stern heavy-set man with short brown hair, early 40s, and a gentle voice which didn’t match his appearance at all. Mr. Demens was throwing something into the air to see how far it went. To this day, you can’t remember what the object was, it baffles you can’t recall.
Mr. Demens finishes his little throwing activity and lets you and the rest of the class stay out for a while; this was an excellent opportunity to speak with your classmates. As you spoke to your friends, you notice the vice principal, Mr. Westee, approach Mr. Demens. He too was a stern, average build and height, late 30s to early 40s, jet black hair. You were on good terms with the principal, but his demeanor freighted you. Mr. Westee chatted with Mr. Demens for a few minutes. You wonder who he’s out here to see, and it doesn’t bother you to know because you’re on good terms with all the school staff. Even though you’re on good terms, the school employees…
