"It's because Jason won't replace the lights," Brice said.
"Doesn't matter the lights on or off, these kids destroy the hallways with obscene graffiti, locker doors torn off, and using the lavatory for their personal fighting and gambling ring."
"Yeah it's bad but you're not alone."
"That's what Principal Jason and the Union Representative Nicholson told us at the teacher's meetings years ago." Mr. Madison walked over to open the classroom door. "It's gotten ten times worse after their fallen out."
"What happen between them two," Brice asked taking a step closer to Mr. Madison.
"Don't worry about them," Mr. Madison said patting Brice's shoulder. "Be careful Detroit Public Schools system don't eat your spirit away and you become one of the Jason's."
"I won't," Brice knocked away Mr. Madison's hand.
"Come on Ayesha and Vera," Mr. Madison said. The girls bolted into the room. Mr. Madison slammed the door to quiet the muttering students.
"I've got to set the lunchroom up," Wilma said.
"Wilma how did you know your daughter was in trouble?" Brice asked tugging on her blouse.
"The secretary Lillian, the young one," Wilma said. "I agreed to cater her father Jason weekly meetings twice a month at a 40 percent discount."
Bingo it's his daughter, Brice thought following Wilma. They descended the stairs, passing the front office. Honor roll students' pictures covered up the cracked paint. Brice stopped to rub out the words Tattle Tell and the red X on Qadira's picture.
"Don't worry Brice," Wilma stopped. "This is the wall across the office. Visitors come through here the janitor will have that removed before today is over.
That was how the system works. Falling school officials would give outsiders an image of beautiful progressive school and things were improving but they're going nowhere.
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