Its ends with a bang

Cutting your car engine, you stare up at the building. Tempest Central High School home of the hurricanes the sign said. Googling it during lunch, you learned of the four high schools in the city it was the largest with 2236 students last year.

Opening your cars door, the heat and humidity of the day hit you as you began to stride to the main doors. Looking around, you could see a couple hundred students still on campus despite classes ending an hour ago. Despite knowing better, you would swear that the girls walking around were showing far more skin than they did when you were in high school. But on the upside, you didn't see any of the big hair that had been the craze either.

Opening the doors, you enter the school and stop. Staring at the brightly lit corridors and the displays of trophies and awards, it momentarily takes you back. Shaking off the nostalgia, you enter the main office seeing a secretary finishing up her work for the day.

"May I help you?" She says, looking up at you.

Looking at her name plate, you reply, " Yes Alice, im Jason Clarkson, and i have a meeting with Principal Smalley."

" The principal asked me to send you back to her office when you arrived, Mr. Clarkson, " Alice replied,pointing to the Principals office.

Nodding thanks you walk over to the door and knock. Enter you hear through the door. Entering the office, Principal Smalley welcomed you, motioning you to sit down.

Sitting down, you take in the principle. She was 5'10, who looked to be in her mid-30s to early 40s. She looked to be a dcup and obviously took good care of herself. All in all Barbara Smalley was what your nephew would call a milf. Looking at her desk you saw what appeared to be a fairly recent photo of her with twin daughters, who definitely took after their mother and a smiling man who you assumed was her husband. Glancing at her hand you could see no ring indicating a story there.

" Let me get right to it Mr Clarkson yesterday the daughter of Donna one of our two US history teachers called informing us her parents were killed in a car accident last week." She informs you.

"Oh my god" you interject.

"She was a great teacher whom the students loved, but this leaves us in a lurch. I have a position to fill, and a parade of substitutes is not in the students' best interest." She finished.

"I'll take the job, Principal, but i hope it's permanent as opposed to just for the school year." You ask.

Nodding, she says "Ill be frank with you Jason, you would not be most administrators first choice, but i dont care. I have to balance student welfare versus pressure and demands from the school board and state. And what they dont need is an endless parade of substitutes."

Nodding you say, "Very well you have yourself a teacher."

"Excellent," she replies.

Handing you the contract, you check to see that it has everything you two discussed and you sign.

After you sign the contract, Barara, with an embarrassed look, says, "One more thing Mr Clarkson you see Donna wasn't just a History teacher she was also cheerleading coach. Idont have the budget to hire anyone else, and i was wondering..."

You groan.