The gun pointed unwaveringly at his head. “Where is it?”
“Sorry, I don’t have it…”
“You were told. This was your last chance.”
“I’m sorry, please…”
The man glanced up as a bell rang. “Saved by the bell,” he snarled. “Bring it tomorrow – nine a.m. sharp.” He strode towards the door.
A woman met him at the door. “My office now, Mr Brown.”
She walked away, Brown in her wake.
In her office she sighed. “The President armed teachers, so they could protect students, not threaten them.”
“Really Headmistress? Shame. Perfect behaviour from classes since I started carrying a gun.”
“Sorry, I don’t have it…”
“You were told. This was your last chance.”
“I’m sorry, please…”
The man glanced up as a bell rang. “Saved by the bell,” he snarled. “Bring it tomorrow – nine a.m. sharp.” He strode towards the door.
A woman met him at the door. “My office now, Mr Brown.”
She walked away, Brown in her wake.
In her office she sighed. “The President armed teachers, so they could protect students, not threaten them.”
“Really Headmistress? Shame. Perfect behaviour from classes since I started carrying a gun.”
