Alcatraz pulled the door shut behind him with a sigh of relief. The Principle had agreed---he could host a class off campus. He checked the empty halls, just to make sure that there was no one there waiting to spring out at him from the shadows. Certain of his safety, he strolled casually away, whistling to himself. He passed the Janitor, Psycho, who was carting away what he assumed had once been the assistant principle, and was very glad that he had found a way to stay on the principle’s good side…no matter how outrageous his request had been. Alcatraz smiled to himself and rubbed his hands together. He had quite a few ideas for his next class, and couldn’t wait to see who his victims…that is, students would be.
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