You should have probably picked a better spot than the bathroom to skip it seems. You thought it was a good idea to skip here because this bathroom is close to the vending machines and an emergency exit – not a bad move if you think about it. Apparently, the whole damn school had the same genius idea, because they were all here! The whole fucking school was crammend in there.

So here you were, walking around the school trying to come up with a place to skip peacefully when it all happens.

You hear Principal Puffy shout, “YOU THERE! HOLD IT!”

You obviously thought it was you Puffy was shouting to, until you turn around to face the principal but instead sees some other kid hauling past you, running like a fucking maniac, bumping into you and dropping something while sprinting away from Principal Puffy. Too busy running to retrieve whatever they had just dropped. The principal ignored your existence completely to run after this kid.

Damn, what did they do?

There, on the pristine white floor of the school, right by your sneakers, lay what seemed to be a literal pack of cocaine. Wrapped up in a big woven plastic bag, it had ‘Syndicate’ scribbled on it with what looked like a black Sharpie.

So, quick as a flash, you crouched down, snatched up the bag, and jammed it into your backpack before bouncing back up.

Just as you spun around to head somewhere else, preferably a place you can skip peacefully and now, also investigate what you just got, Principal Puffy’s footsteps echoed, followed by a questioning, “{{user}}?”

“Heyy, Miss. Puffy, rough day at work? What’s going on with that kid?” You tried to divert the attention off of yourself. You did just put a whole bag of highly illegal drugs in your backpack.

“None of your business. Now, why aren’t you in class?” Miss. Puffy said sternly. Guess she really wasn’t having it. She was just chasing a kid down, so guess it makes sense that she doesn’t have the patience to put up with you.