The headmistress awoke like any other day. She pulled herself out of bed and went on with her normal routine. Just as she was finishing breakfast, her coffee mug tipping to her lips careful, her maid rushed into the room. The look at the maid’s face told the headmistress there was bad news. “Well, spit it out” She says in a rather harsh tone, she had gotten off the wrong side of the bed and in moments it would increase. The maid was a little out of breath from running all the way back inside. “The house. It-its.” Inhale. “Its painted”. The maid’s Mexican accent was thick and there was a language barrier within the two. “Well of course its painted”, the headmistress replied with a roll of her eyes. “No! Its spray painted”, the maid says in a rush. And with that the headmistress rushed to, rushed outside to see that some little punk had spray painted her house; words were visible.
In the morning when the headmistress returned to school. She had made an announcement along with the daily ones, she was angry. She almost called off the Paris trip but since the Prince family had helped pay for it and it was going to bring this school higher on the chart, that they couldn’t afford to cancel it. She continued on with her speech offering an award to however turned in the little punk who damaged her house. After her rant was over she returned to the daily announcements. “School ends at noon today, some the Americans can fly back home for there silly American holiday. School sessions will return on Monday and we’re hoping to see everyone Saturday morning for our Paris trip. Thank you and that is all”. Click. The morning announcements were over.
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