Lolita

Ms. Hernandez sat quietly in her chair as the angry soccer mom left her office. Once the door closed behind her, she was finally able to exhale the exasperated sigh she had been holding in for 20 minutes. The principal and vice-principal had both listed to Mrs. Howler's rants about what she thought was wrong with the curriculum. Sex education was pornography, evolution was "only a theory," history classes didn't properly express America's greatness, blah, blah, blah, blah. As much as Lolita hated stereotypes (being Latina herself) she had to admit Mrs. Howler was every bit one.

She had a moment to herself and decided to give the school's nurse a call to, "thank" him for sending the woman to her office and began idly checking her email. She was looking through a few standard memos when something caught her eye. A message from a counselor in one of the neighboring school districts had sent out a mass email insisting the contents were very important. Didn't look like spam so she clicked the link.

The link brought her to a weird page. No text. No links. Just a big picture of a keyhole. She stared at it, clicked around and tried to figure out what was so important about it but decided she'd call later to find out. She couldn't do much now as there was a knocking on her door as a girl walked in and a weird thought immediately popped into Lolita's head.