His principal Mrs. Smith

As I turned I could see my principal Mrs Smith at the end of the hallway. Mrs Smith was an attractive woman in her early 40s. She was slender and athletic and was wearing a blouse and a tight fitting pencil skirt that showed off her curves, as well as high heels. She wore glasses and had her hair up in a bun and quite frankly looked like your stereotypical secretary straight out of a movie. I could care less about how good she currently looked though as she was currently making a b-line for me and was not too happy.

“What do you think you’re doing over there? Come here this instant!” I heard her shout from the other end of the hallway. She was speed walking towards me at a rapid pace and I could tell she was not amused.

I knew that there was no talking my way out of this one no matter how truthful my story was. I knew that if I was caught that they would call my stepmother and my life would basically be over. There was no way I could let that happen so I did the only thing I could think to do in that situation.