Shawn swung around and stared at Qadira. “Since you can’t follow directions, go to the end of the line.”
“There are no directions,” Qadira said, throwing her suitcase to the floor.
“What kind of work ethic is this?” Brice asked, maneuvering to stand between the guards and Qadira.
“Don’t try to undermine my authority,” Shawn said.
"You better be glad I don't have a gun," Qadira said. "I would shoot your ass." The students jeered. Brice flexed his arm muscles when Qadira flew out the back door. The students in line shuffled back.
“Mr. Frankel, will I have to escort you to the office?” Red asked, tapping her wand against her curvy thigh.
“No, he’s coming with me,” said a man dressed more like a hustler than a principal. Principal Jason adorned himself with a silk vest and tie. A gold chain wrapped around the tie with a peace symbol attached about halfway down the tie.
Jason believed his years of experience meant he had a better understanding of how to run a school, showing up to work and hiding in his office didn't impress Brice. What Jason did know was how to cheat, like giving failing students the answers to tests and how to steal better than any other crook in the hierarchy of the Detroit Public Schools, whether it was money or equipment.
Brice followed Jason into the hallway where poster boards advertised the junior class dance. He draped his jacket over his shoulder. His lips quivered as they headed to the double doors, screaming in his mind stopped him from continuing.
"What's wrong with you?" Principal Jason looked him over.
"Nothing." He couldn't be weak in front of Jason, he wasn't a friend to trust.
“Brice, you had that on yesterday.”
“It’s just the same color, shirt today, sweater yesterday,” Brice said.
“Isn’t that a pinkish color?” Principal Jason asked, leaning back on one leg.
“No, it’s mauve, in the purple family,” Brice said. This outdated afro wearing imbecile tried to talk about what he wore. “Why did you want to see me?”
“I need you to help at the Cody’s door. We’re having a full weapons sweep.” Principal Jason said. “Classes will be delayed a couple of hours.”
“Then I can’t give my quiz,” Brice said, raising his voice.
Principal Jason turned around, “It’s okay, Brice; do it tomorrow.”
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