Principal Kelsey Cunningham

“What do we have here?” The aloof older blonde woman said looking at the group. A spitting image of the blonde bully.

“Principal Cunningham we uh-” Zeke tried to explain before the woman interrupted.

“Shush boy and move” the woman ordered.

Zeke paused not knowing what to do. On one hand he didn’t want to be insubordinate and on the other he desperately wanted to protect his friend.

“Now!” the woman firmly ordered.

Making Zeke guilty look back, to see Renee face who gave him and understanding look.

He awkwardly side stepped revealing Renee’s less than ideal state of dress.

“Hmph I heard there was another naughty streaker in my school, to think of all the trouble students it would be you Miss Beaucorps, you should be ashamed” the older woman admonished.

“No Principal Cunningham it wasn’t my fault, you have to believe me” Renee begged.

Giving the half naked redhead a firm look the woman said “fine since you’ve been such a model student so far I’ll give you the chance to explain yourself. However, if I don’t like your explanation, be prepared to face a worse punishment than I already have planned for you.”

For a second Renee sighed in relief before realizing the problem she was currently facing. She couldn’t possibly tell the truth, why? Because of this overbearing woman’s mind boggling cognitive dissonance when it came to her daughter. Who was unable to accept at any point that her daughter, her precious little angel, had done anything wrong. To the point she’d been shown video evidence of Tracy throwing the poor girl out of the locker room in just a towel, leading her to her exposure in front of the basketball team. And instead of finding fault with her daughter the woman simply said “she probably deserved it.” Then ruthlessly punished the girl for exposing herself to all those “impressionable young men” as she put it.

And even worse she couldn’t tell a lie because other than this woman’s one major bias she had an uncanny knack for sniffing out a lie.

“I I-uh” Renee started to stumble over her words.

“I’m waiting?”