New School Year

by Jet556

Tenth grade. A new year, new faces, new intrigue amongst the students and it all begins with one big prank. Of course, going to meet with a Catholic schoolgirl you met that morning can cause you to miss the prank and confessing that was where you were can get you branded a traitor. After all, high school is the last place on earth where Victorian and Early Modern social mores live.

25. 12:05 PM

Welcome back everyone. I've decided to put "Tropical Terror"" on hold and devote more time to this story. Enjoy and review.

12:05 PM

Another day came. Basil was personally feeling indifferent to everything else today. He had chatted with Tina that morning and from what she had told him, it seemed like A. Nigma's integrity had just flown out the window. At least, that was from what he had been told Brandy had been wearing.

Out the window… He had been branded a traitor to a school whose integrity that as of yesterday had lost its integrity. This was embarrassing.

"Integrity has flown out the window!" exclaimed Basil as he stood before Veronica in her office. "You've got to do something! Brandy can't go out wearing something that looks…"

"Looks like what, Basil?" asked Veronica, waiting for the end to his sentence.

"Well, I haven't seen it myself from it certainly sounds like our schools integrity has flown out the window!" It did sound like A. Nigma's integrity had flown out the window. In fact it even looked like A. Nigma's integrity had flown out the window. Bottom line: A. Nigma's integrity had flown out the window.

"If you haven't even seen it then how can you be sure our school's integrity has flown out the window?" Veronica brought up a good point but even then the school's integrity had flown out the window. She had seen it herself so…

She had seen it! Basil's eyes widened. "You've seen it, Veronica… Wouldn't you say that our school's integrity has flown out the window?" Veronica's eyes, or at least the one Basil could see widened with this sudden question. That question had come completely out of left field. That was the answer Basil needed. "You do think so! Why are you allowing it then?"

Veronica gave a smile, instantly regaining her composure. "I'm the director, I make the choices."

"You can't possibly mean you chose whatever it is she is wearing!"

"No, she did and she isn't going to let a measly little man stand in her way and neither am I." Veronica gently pulled him close by his shirt. "Would you get in my way?"

Basil took a moment to think. Stick with his own integrity or give in to his ardor?