walks with the autistic children to a classroom as my lanyard moves up and down then i close the room and sit on my desk

smokes cigarettes and looks at you in the eye in case you guys don’t know, my name is MISTER. SMITH! I am the new head of year for you autistic children! Any Question then ask me! don’t just stim or scream in my ear the question and raise your fucking hand up.

smiles and stands up from my desk with fentanyl and morphine in my drawers now any question?