10. "I put the 'pal' in principal!"

[Around the same time at the school.]

The principal sighed as he paced the hallways of his practically deserted school. The only people around were a few teachers and jocks after training. He'd looked in on the basketball team and given the thumbs up. That was one hell of a team! Then he'd gone to watch the cheerleader's practice and given them a few words of advice (along the lines of shorter skirts, and skimpier tops!) and now he was wandering aimlessly about. He was nervous about the killer and he wished to god they'd catch the freak! He was also disappointed about the death of Courtney-she had been such a babe!

"Mr. Franz?" A voice asked, and he turned around quickly. It was only Michelle, the girl who had been Courtney's best friend, and second in charge on the cheerleading squad.

"Hello Michelle." The principal said.

"I wanted to ask you something at cheerleading practice, but I didn't want anyone to hear me, I wanted to run it by you first." Michelle said, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Well really?" The principal asked. "How about we go into my office and have a little chat about it. You know, don't you, that I put the 'pal' into principal?"

Michelle laughed. "I know, and from what I hear that's not the only thing you put in places!"

The principal laughed too, and the two of them went into his office. "Well, take a seat.."

Michelle sat on the chair, crossing her legs carefully. The principal managed to tear his eyes off her legs to ask, "What can I do for you?"

"I was thinking right, we're all so upset by Courtney's untimely demise that it would be nice, at the basketball game on the weekend to have some kind of tribute to her." Michelle explained.

The principal looked impressed by this idea. "A tribute hmmm? And what kind of tribute exactly?"

"Well I was thinking we could make a song and dance routine to honor her." Michelle replied.

"Hmmm." The principal said. "Interesting."

"Like we could say Courtney was so pretty, and all the boys wanted her-" Michelle began.

"-not just the boys!" The principal replied licentiously.

"And things like that?" Michelle asked.

"Yes, that's a great idea..what are you planning on wearing for the performance?" The principal asked.

"Well, I guess we'd wear our cheerleading outfits.." Michelle replied, a little confused.

"You could do that, but then I think Courtney would have appreciated something a little different. Why not bikinis or something?" The principal suggested.

"I never thought about that, but that's a thought..." Michelle said. Then she sighed, and stood up. "I just wanted to run it by you. I might get home and start giving a few of the team a call."

"Don't hesitate to come and see me if you need anything-anything at all, no matter how little or" he grinned rudely "how big in some cases!"

"Okay Mr. Franz. Thanks." Michelle said as she left.

Closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair the principal thought about the cheerleaders all in bikinis. Maybe he should ask them for a private showing. Oh yeah! And wasn't it a shame they couldn't do some kind of strip show? A noise at his door brought him back to the present, and adjusting his trousers to hide the evidence of his excitement, he called "Come in!"

The door didn't open, and the principal rolled his eyes. Some kid trying to be a smartarse no doubt! Well he'd catch them out. He got up, and stealthily moved over to the door, standing beside it. A joker, he reasoned, could never resist a repeat performance. He hadn't been a school principal for 20 years not to know that!

A few minutes later there was a knock again, and he whipped the door open, to see someone racing down the corridor. He gave chase, trying to place them from their back, but they were wearing some kind of black coat or something over their clothes, and he didn't recognise them. The person ran into the cafeteria and the principal followed them in. Then the person stopped and turned to face the principal. His face was hidden by a mask-the ghostface mask.

"Very funny." The principal said disgustedly. "But you've just earned yourself a nice suspension!"

The person shook their head.

"What you don't think so?" The principal demanded.

The person shook their head again.

"I don't have to tell you how wrong you are about that!" The principal said, advancing on the person.

The person held up a huge knife.

"Now you're threatening me?" The principal demanded.

The person nodded.

"Well smartarse, you've just earned yourself more than you've bargained for- expulsion!" The principal said.

The person shook their head, and played with the knife.

"Oh, and what do you think you're going to do then?" The principal asked mockingly. "Kill me?"

The person nodded.