Title: I'm Feeling Lucky
Chapter: Eight Characters: Sue Sylvester, OC
Disclaimer: Glee most definitely does not belong to me. Premise: It's curtains for the Glee Club - right?
"Ms. Sylvester." Roberta Brown had the dubious distinction of being one of very few people not intimidated by the cheerleading coach-turned principal. "Due to violations of your back-to-work agreement with William McKinley High School, I am directing you to have all of your belongings off the premises within the hour. A police officer will be here to ensure yours and others' safety while doing so."
"What. Are. You. Talking. About?" Each word came with separate emphasis and almost visible punctuation. Sylvester breathed heavily through her teeth, her fists clenched. Nothing was going to ruin her hard won victory at Schuester's expense. Never mind the disgusted looks and calls she had already received from family members and parents of the disbanded Glee club. Other people's opinions had never mattered before, and they certainly wouldn't now.
The police officer in question stepped up next to Ms. Brown, unimpressed by her theatrics. Ms. Brown wasn't even sweating. "Part of your agreement - which was done against most of the Board's better judgment given the gun incident last semester - included provisions prohibiting you from placing unusual or unnecessary requirements for the continued existence of any club or alternative activity at this school. This most certainly includes the Glee club. It has NOT been disbanded, nor WILL it be disbanded in the future."
"They LOST-"
"-as did your Cheerios! Yet strangely enough, the existence of your Cheerios has never been put into question!" Roberta nodded at the police officer, who then stepped over to Sylvester's side. "You overstepped your bounds and unlike previous times, you can and will face consequences for it. Pack your office, remove yourself from campus, and understand you will never be permitted to hold any time of employment here or elsewhere in this school system in the future."
Cardboard boxes already littered Sue's office and for once in her life, she found herself devoid of speech, of options, and of time.
Roberta Brown watched Sue Sylvester be escorted off the property and sighed deeply. She was gone. Figgins was gone. Most of the Board was replaced. The school could be brought back to an actual educational institution in the next year.
Her first item of business would be getting rid of that damned slushy machine.
/end/
AN: Any school employee or administrator who pulled a tenth of the crap Sue (or Figgins for that matter) did would be fired, arrested, and/or subject to litigation. I felt this was a nice way to wrap up this series. Thanks for reading.