The School of Scandal

            Mr. Sheridan was the school councelor. He look more like a gym
            teacher. Maybe he was. His face was large and his nose had
            broken on the ridge. It was his job to council students, who had
            been written up.

            Going to Mr. Sheridan office: was a long flight of stairs down to
            the back end the school. It felt like a tunnel. I was not often sent
            to Mr. Sheridan. This day I sat in his office with Ralf and Dewight.

            "Muzzy you entered the girls showers?" Sheridan began.
            "I'm dyslectic. I should have turned right; when I turned left."
            I was lying. He smirked, "And you two decided to follow Muzzy?"
            Ralf knoded nervously.  "I was tired from swimming..." stuttered
            Dewight.

            Mr. Sheridan leaned back in his creeking wooden swivel chair.
            "I can call the police and have you expelled. Do you want to
            stay at Boston High?" he showed his toothy smile. "Yes!"
            I was lying.

            "Muzzy, please wear more appropiate clothes at school: pants
            and shirt." Mr. Sheridan said this while writing a comment on
            my report. I had decided to wear a plaid school girls uniform...
            with white tights and black spats.

            "Sign these gentlemen. These reports will go in with your school
            records. I will call your parents." Sheridan was serious. My dad
            was the head of the English Department at another highschool.
            He was furious.

            Mom smacked me on both sides of my face,

                            "Idiot!"



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