Mrs Barker

Mrs Barker rushed immediately to the classroom wondering what all the commotion was.

She threw the door open and immediately her eyes fell on the young woman standing in the classroom in her underwear, a broken mug at her feet, and a now torn poster in her hand.

Mrs Barker’s eyes narrowed. She was fed up with these goddamn seniors. She decided immediately she would teach this girl a lesson.

“So, you decided to come here early and disrupt Ms McLean’s new classroom? Vandalizing her property?” Mrs Barker said. “You’re not going to ruin a teacher’s first day. Not on my watch, young lady.”

“W-what?” Abby said confused and embarrassed to be even caught in such a position.

Abby felt Mrs Barker grab her wrist and pull her away. Abby gasped as her skirt was sadly left behind. “Hey! My skirt!”

“You won’t be needing it,” Mrs Barker said. “I’m going to make an example out of you.”

Abby was dragged out of the classroom, and Mrs Barker pulled her along. Abby tried to look at the clock, but everything was too blurry to see. “Please, I need my glasses!”

“I have them,” Mrs Barker said. “But you won’t be getting them back until your punishment is over.”

“Punishment?!” Abby yelled. “Wait, please, I’m not a student!”

Mrs Barker wasn’t hearing it as Abby was pulled to the front of the school. Abby saw a few cars pull into the school. She realized that the seniors were arriving! And she wasn’t even wearing pants!