"Give me my book back," Principal Jason whispered. "If you don't, you will die."
"Nothing will happen to me."
"These kids grind you away until you become numb and lifeless." Jason picked up the chalk and wrote his name on the board. "They brought the gang members into my building. The harder I fought them the more the student body saw me as the enemy and these same kids open the doors throughout the day allowing them in to harass me until I agree to the Tattle Tell gang's terms and in return the gang promise to run their business in the street. I brought peace inside the building."
"What part are you talking out, your buttocks." Brice rubbed out Jason's name. "You don't own this classroom or this building; it belongs to the community. You're a liar. Man, you're pimping, point shaving on games and anything else criminal to stuff your pockets. You gave up."
"Go home, Brice," Jason said. "I'm teaching your last class. You're a loser, your student saw it today, I know you won't go to the cops." Jason stood up to rewrite his name on the board, Brice cocked his fist all the way back then rammed it into Jason's neck. He had aimed for his head and missed. After he struck him, Jason recovered.
"You can't take-"
"I have the only authority here." Jason picked up an Algebra book off the floor.
One Death At A Time novel blog: http://wwsone.weebly.com/
One Death At A Time novel Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/One-Death-At-A-Time/757986894232119