Nicole's Labyrinth
Nicole had been in trouble before, but she didn’t think she’d ever seen Headmaster Petrolas quite so apoplectic. From across the broad expanse of his desk she counted the bulging veins on his forehead. Two at the temples, two between the eyes, and a giant one that started at his hairline and ran a ragged path down to his left eyebrow.
That made five.
“I have never, in all my years,” he said through clenched teeth, “seen anything so—so—so… disgusting.”
Oops, there came another one above his right eyebrow. Six throbbing veins.
Her previous record was three.
“What were you thinking?” he demanded.
She knew better than to answer.
Knew better than to apologize.
Knew better than to do anything more than sit on her hands and keep her mouth shut.
And with her hands hidd
