BoB-F: Well, here is the very short prologue that I've been keeping stashed away in my plot bunny folders for like, five years.
Rath: It's about time you posted this. The dust that had collected on it almost made it indecipherable.
BoB-F: I know, you should see the rag that I used to clean it off with, it's practically black.
Rath: No thank you...
BoB-F: No, really, look at it *shoves the nasty dish cloth in his face*
Rath: *passes out* x_x
BoB-F: Um... Please enjoy the story! *drags Rath away*
Paulette wasn't someone you would call a troublemaker. She had rarely been in detention and often had good grades. She spoke up in her classes and excelled at extracurriculars. Paulette had a bright and promising future ahead of her...until the incident.
She had barged in on a classroom in mid-lecture, Paulette only stopped long enough to zero in on her purpose. She crossed the room with long strides, each footfall echoing in the room that had gone silent. The teacher opened his mouth to question her presence; the fist in his mouth however prevented his inquiry.
Her fellow students gasped and watched in stunned horror as their teacher fell over his chair and Paulette followed. They could only see the top of Paulette's head and her elbow as she drew her fist back again and again. They could also see the thin trails of blood from underneath the desk and hear the screams that emitted from their brutalized teacher.
Finally, one student stood, racing for the door. The others could still only look on. The noise did not deter Paulette's crazed beating, nor did the man's plead for her to stop. The door opened again, three other teachers rushing into the room and immediately they drug Paulette off the choking man. The biggest of the three held Paulette in a bear-like grasp while the two others fussed over the bleeding man on the floor.
One called out to a student, telling him to go get the principal. Paulette didn't fight the hold on her, instead relaxing in the arms of her P.E. teacher. One of the two teachers stood, commanding the room of shocked students to exit the room and to wait in the hallway.
Just as the last teen filtered out of the room the principal darted in. He first saw the restrained Paulette, and then the mangled man on the floor. He announced that the police had been called and an ambulance was on its way. Seeing the horrible sight, his colleague bloody, crying, and torturously broken made him turn on the girl.
"What have you done?!" He yelled