Check the halls for late students

The bell rang to signify the start of second period as Garrett scanned the hallways. Students usually knew better than to be late for class, since he always caught any stragglers, but accidents still sometimes happened.

Today, it did not look like anyone was still loitering in the halls. Proud that the students were following the rules while also sad that he would not be able to dish out any discipline, Garrett made his way back through the school and towards his office.

As he walked past one of the student bathrooms, however, he paused for a second. A peculiar smell was wafting out from beneath the door. Garrett raised an eyebrow in suspicion before pushing the door open. The stench of weed immediately hit his nostrils as he waved smoke out of his face.

The bathroom initially looked empty, but the handicap stall was locked. This seemed to be where the smoke was coming from. Leaning down, Garrett couldn't see feet or any indication that someone was in the stall. He knocked loudly on the door and looked again.

Two feet scrambled down onto the floor, and a sudden flush was heard. Evidently, the student had tried to hide by sitting on the tank of the toilet. A few seconds later, the door opened, revealing a redhead girl with frizzy hair and wrinkled clothes.

"Oh, Principal Ross," she said, trying to see nonchalant. "What are you doing here?" She awkwardly leaned against the stall as she talked.

"I smelt something coming from the bathroom so I decided to make sure everything was alright," said Garrett, not giving away how much he knew.

The redhead girl rubbed the back of her head and gave a nervous laugh, "Sorry about that. Don't think my breakfast really agreed with me."

"No... I don't think that's it," said Garrett. "It spelt much more like smoke of some kind. You didn't happen to be smoking in here, did you?"

"Of course not," said the girl, shaking her head. "I know that's against school rules, sir."

"You don't mind if I search your backpack then?" asked Garrett, raising an eyebrow.

"Not at all, sir." The student's face blushed red with nervousness and embarrassment. Garrett had no doubt what he'd find in the bag.