To School

You are only a few blocks from school, so you head there. By the time you get there, first period has already started. You walk into the front office and see the secretary Mrs. Booller typing something. She is an older woman, and she looks up at you. "Late, huh, have an excuse?"

"No," you say, "But excuse it. Just mark me present in the system and forget about it."

"Um, OK," she says and starts to type.

"Is Ms. Delecroix in?" you ask.

"Yes, she's in her office," says the secretary.

"Good," you say, "I'm going in. Don't worry about it."

"OK," she says and goes back to the computer.

You walk into the principal's office. Ms. Delecroix is in her mid-forties, and has the caramel skin of a Creole. She had moved to town after Hurricane Katrina and became assistant principal then principal last year. She was attractive, but stern and kids called her the "Voodoo Queen" behind her back. Today she had her curly black hair tied in a bun. She wore a blue blazer over a white blouse. She looks up at you "What are you doing? Why didn't Mrs. Booller announce you?"

"Shut up and listen," you say, "Give me pen and a paper."

"OK," she says. She slides a pad of paper and a pen across her desk.

"You will make this announcement right away." You write the following on the pad: We are offering an exciting opportunity. We have a special modeling opportunity for the five most attractive senior girls. If you think you are one of the most attractive seniors in school, report to my office right now.

You hand her the pad.

"Very well," she says.

You follow her out into the office and into the school intercom system. She makes the announcement. You wonder who would show up. You know that stuck up bitch Cindy would, but would anyone else. "Let's go back into your office," you say.

You follow the principal, watching her ass and hips as she enters the office.