With shots ringing in the hallway outside her office, Principal Jensen hid under her desk, her view now fixated on the Lady Scorpion’s softball shirts hanging in her supply closet, made by the students in the design class but never worn, a sad reminder of the drastic cuts made to both the arts and sports budgets to pay for the main entrance metal detectors, which because of high demand, were still on back order.
If only she could wear orange!!!
Her career as a t shirt designer did not seem to be off to an auspicious start, but she was only one spoiled pop star away from sweeping the nation.
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