Office of the Vice Principal, Friday
Wade Wilson had very important business to attend to. Helping run a school was hardly child's play, after all. And so he had no time to waste.
There was paperwork!
"--why do we even need a danger shop? It's a drain of the income," he said aloud to himself. No yellow boxes or narrative here, thank you. "I don't even see how this school manages with all the budget cuts in the district."
He'd just have to get rid of the unessential classes. Like Art. And Gym. And possibly Home Ec.
Those were taught by weirdos in costumes, anyway. Not a very good influence for the children. And they were his main concern here.
The children.
[[...open, sure. WHY THE HELL NOT?]]
There was paperwork!
"--why do we even need a danger shop? It's a drain of the income," he said aloud to himself. No yellow boxes or narrative here, thank you. "I don't even see how this school manages with all the budget cuts in the district."
He'd just have to get rid of the unessential classes. Like Art. And Gym. And possibly Home Ec.
Those were taught by weirdos in costumes, anyway. Not a very good influence for the children. And they were his main concern here.
The children.
[[...open, sure. WHY THE HELL NOT?]]