"What are you doing there!?" Firmly, a guard barked. You turned around, startled, only to see a tall, muscular woman smile. "Oh, good day, Ms Darlene."
"Ms Darlene?" Curious, you asked. "I'm afraid you are mistaken."
The woman laughed, grabbing your arm as Natasha sneaked back into the bushes. "I was told you had a strange sense of humor." Smiling, the woman said. "I'm Frankie Storm, head of security here at St Marys School for Girls. You are very short, just as the dean said you would be."
You tried to protest but Frankie ignored you as she dragged you into the school to the dean's office. There, you met the dean of the school, Ms Tyrone. She was a tall, elderly woman with the body of an Amazon warrior. Everything about her spelled trouble in your mind. She dismissed Frankie and eyed you intently through her half moon glasses. "You are not the new teacher." With narrowed eyes, she said. "Who are you? What is your business here?"
"I tried to explain that to your head of security." Annoyed, you replied. "I am Jessica Summers, a reporter. I was merely born with a condition that left me looking like a small child." You sighed, producing you Identification and press card. "If you would just show me the door, I will gladly leave."
Ms Tyrone frowned deeply, looking at your ID and press card. "We can't have a reporter snooping around here!" Angry, she said. "We are on thin ice with the local and state authorities as it is!"
"Exactly why are you under such scrutiny?" Suspicious, you asked.
Ms Tyrone sighed. "That is a private matter which I will not discuss." Gruffly, she said. "All I will say is that the reports were all highly exaggerated."
Just then, the door opened and Frankie entered with a struggling Natasha in her arms. "I caught the rich kid making a break for it again!" Annoyed, she said. "Let me use the whip this time! I promise I won't leave any lasting bruises!"
"Not now, you fool!" Angry, Ms Tyrone barked.
"Don't you dare touch that child with a whip!" Angry, you blurted out. "I will have every law enforcement agency at your doorstep with a single phone call!"
Frankie looked at you stunned as Ms Tyrone growled. "This is not the new teacher but a reporter!" Barely remaining calm, she explained. "Now, she has seen too much!"
You turned around, horrified, hearing a grinding sound. Ms Tyrone had just sent your ID and press card through a shredder near her desk. "How dare you!" Furious, you screamed. "That's private property!"
"Students here have no rights when they first enter." Smugly, Ms Tyrone countered. "They must each earn those rights through good grades and proper behavior."
"New student?" Turning pale, you asked. "This is kidnapping!"
"I wish you luck proving that without proper ID." Smiling, Ms Tyrone said. She turned to Frankie. "Take this new student to me measured and dressed for classes! Also, be certain she knows the rules!"
You take a step back, knowing you were in serious trouble...
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