As John sat in his office, filling out paperwork, he looked out the window, to look at the statue of Jeff. The large T-Rex like man was sitting at a desk, with something of a judging look. Over forty years ago, the man had built the place, and was the school's principal. However, he was murdered ten years ago, while protecting his wife, daughter, and future grandchildren. This meant that, as the Vice- Principal, John was the one who took over after his death.
"Man Jeff," he said. "There are times that I wonder how you ran the school all those years."
For the last ten years, John had done more than just ran the school, he ran the town. If he was for something, chances were that it would pass. If he was against something, chances were that it got tossed out. It was always, "John said this. John said that. John, John, John" It was John everything.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," he said, as he looked at the door, wondering who it would be this time.
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