"Pete Lewis, please report to the principals office, and please bring your stuff, ready to leave," Pete heard over the intercom as he sat in his first period English class. "What the hell," he thought to himself, as he got his stuff ready to go to the office. When he got down to the office he noticed a thickness in the air, and all the ladies that used to chat him up, just looked at him and whispered to each other. This made Pete very uneasy, trying to think of anything they could have on him. Suddenly, he remembered the bag in his pocket. "I need to go to the restroom," he asked the assistant principal as he walked by, hurriedly to the principal's office. "No, this won't take long," he said as he signalled for Pete to enter the office. Pete had tucked the bag up under one of the sleeves inside his wallet, hopefully it would be safe there.
"We had someone come in here, telling us that you are selling drugs to students in our school, is this true?", the principal asked, expecting Pete to tell him everything. "No, of course not," Pete replied slyly, knowing down inside that he was pretty much fucked. "Take off your shoes," the assistant principal ordered. while the principal asked him to empty his pockets onto his desk. They then proceeded to thoroughly inspect all Pete's belongings, until finally coming to his wallet.
He opened it up, and looked inside, pushing the money and pictures over on top of the bag, which was barely hidden behind a small strip of leather. he thumbed through it four or five more times, each time, Pete's heart would stop, anticipating the worse. Until finally, he stopped, reached in the wallet, pulled out the bag, and asked, "Is this yours?", to which Pete quickly replied, "No, I guess it's yours now," as he put his shoes back on
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Created on 3-4-08
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