Desdemona brought Simon to a spot between the bleachers in the school gym. "If this is your secret spot, its not so secret," Simon said sarcastically. Desdemona said nothing and pressed on a spot on the wall. A door slid open and she pulled Simon inside. It was a dark cobweb laden hallway, that Simon recognized as running through one of the main walls of the school. Simon pushed past Desdemona, his natural curiosity getting the best of him, and failed to notice the rotted piece of wood that fell behind him. Desdemona looked a the wood and to Simon wide eyed, unable to believe it hadn't actually struck him.
Simon made his way to the end of the hallway and looked over what could only be described as ancient carvings in a clay wall. "The wall must be older than the school," Simon observed. He reasoned the whole school was probably built around this wall, maybe even in an attempt to hide it. "Do you know what these carvings mean?" Simon asked Desdemona, remembering her presence.
"No, but I like to look at them, that's why this is my secret spot," Desdemona said shyly. "That one looks like Ms. Grimm," Desdemona pointed to a particular carving.
"Who Pinnochio there?"
Desdemona laughed, and explained that Ms. Grimm was the young attractive school teacher who had a 6-inch long nose, and some mighty powerful sneezes. "She even has seat belts at the desks so she doesn't blow us away."
"Okay," Simon replied wondering why this woman would be on an ancient clay carving from 1000's of years before she was born. "Hey what's that one?" Simon pointed tot a large demonic looking shadowy figure with long curved horns and long sharp fangs.
"I don't know. I used the internet to look ups some of the writing, and all it translates is the name of it is the Darrow."
"Like the principal?"
"Yeah."
"Does he at least look like that thing?" Simon chuckled.
"I don't know, nobody does. He only talks over the intercom, and no one's ever seen him."
"No one?"
"Simon he's been principal for over a hundred years and no one has ever seen him."
"That's impossible! He'd have to be 120 year's old minimum!"
"Things are different here Simon. He's different. And you don't mess with Principal Darrow."
Simon figured Desdemona was just messing with him, razzing the new guy, and let it drop. "Hey what the heck is the Darrow reaching for in this picture?"
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