I woke up to an empty bed with a note on my desk.
Aaron's scraggly handwriting hurt my eyes with their ominous words.
Get detention if you want redemption. Ps. It means I will so blow the whistle on your job description to the whole city if you don't come. I wonder what people would say. Let's negotiate the terms of my silence.
I peek into the classroom and sniff the air for any sign of danger.
The blinds are down and the room is empty save for a lone figure hunched over a table.
I slither in and cringe when the door creaks.
The figure stirs and my eyes flash towards the table on the podium. Why isn't there any teacher?
"I don't bite you know? Your sweet tush isn't in any danger with me. Yet."
On reflex, my eyes roll back my head.
Of course, he'll say something like that.
"I don'
