"I don't get how these kids are always whining about how they got it so bad.", the one with the plank of wood stated. "It's a fine grand school. Guiding light of the town it is. No tuition. Land of opportunity.
"Where else would one swing get us the student group funding for this?"
A girl started speaking. "Sure beats putting on show after show and not having anything to show for it."
She walked over to the foaming latex mask of the Mad Dog. "Yeesh.
"You find something?"
"Yeah.", the one with the two by four said. "My board's covered in slobber. Which mean I grazed the mask...and didn't hit him!"
Ron swung around to his feet, grabbing the guy by his belt and hurling him down the hall. Another guy tried to jump his back, but he carried his momentum into a back kick and the second flew away.
The girl tried to curse over the fight. Ron kicked Brick's body into her, pinning her with many more times her body weight.
They weren't teachers, these four. They were drama club kids. That's supposed to mean there into putting on plays. In Mid City, that means they're just constantly trying to sew the drama in school. And if they were hired by who I think they were hired by, the bad times haven't even started yet.
When Ron advanced on the fourth, the other three grabbed him. They wrestled him over to a window of the class and promptly threw him through it.
And everything seemed to be going so well.