Welcome to New Town Township Tech High School!
“Welcome back to school, kiddos!” Principal Williams cheered over the boisterous students gathered in front of him in the auditorium, “It’s my pleasure to address all of you today, letting you know about some...changes, taking place this year. So if you don’t MIND, miss Thomas, I’m going to talk over you. Okay? Groovy.”
Williams cleared his throat and raised a puppet covered fist into the air, “First things first, we have a new transfer student! So everyone be good to him when you see him, because he looks like he has seen...seriously better days,” he gestured vaguely to the area he thought the new kid may have been sitting, and continued while all the students tried to catch a glimpse of this new person.
“Nextly, we now have RAILINGS installed on the ROOF and I’d like them to STAY THERE. So please, this year, stop drawing dicks for the town to see. I’m looking at YOU Karlsson, but I don’t have video proof, so this is your warning for the entire year!
“And because I know I no longer have your attention, please feel free to disregard any and all of my rules because what does it matter,” Principal Williams sighed, leaving the stage as the students did, predictably, get louder and ignore him.
A young teacher nervously took the stage with a microphone, looking around the audience and waving his arms, “Ah, ‘scuse me! Pardon, yes, hi, excuse me! When the bell rings, please head to your first period class! If you get lost, feel free to ask for directions! And any questions too, yes, I can answer those, so...they really aren’t listening, are they?”
“Wahahaha! You get used to it!” Hawk cackled, patting Fairfield on the back energetically, “They’re teenagers! Whaddya expect?”
“They’re excited to see their friends again,” Romero smiled at the kids fondly, “But this year does seem rowdier than the last.”
Dwight nodded with a tight, uncomfortable smile, “Yea. It’s only my second year teaching, but I can tell the dynamic has, uhm, escalated?”
“I’m just hoping they show up to class this year.” Mr Francis sighed, “So few of these kids want to read and write.”
“Stop picking stupid books then. Or build strong muscles! Threaten them. I tell my class, if they do not show up, I will find them.”
“Kazan, that’s terrifying!” Dwight stared at him, mouth ajar.
The bulky history teacher nodded happily and crossed his arms, “No one disrupt in my class.”
The bell rang, signaling the teachers to go their separate ways and the start of a brand new year.
