March Into Spring Madness

"It's Spring." Roars boomed out of control and students pumped their fists, torn off shirts, girls screamed everywhere and high school drama ensued. People busts the courtyard door open, swarming teenagers rampage out the building and the halls became eerie quiet. "Where's all the students?!" A teacher reply, "It's after 3, good sir.", pointing to the wall clock. The principal flicks his wrist watch: hands pointing two after one. "Please listen good sir, I've measured the exact coordinates of point ranges of the circumference and used a ruler to establish my solution." He fake a smile. "Mr.Jones, please kindly remove that clock and look closely." He reach for the wall but it drops, revealing the missing battery. They both remain silent until the door slam open and a man breathing heavily stood on the doorway, "Good sir, Mrs. McKinley is missing."

"You mean, the Mrs.McKinley?"

The principal leered over him. "There's only one McKinley in the whole department."

"If I remember correctly, she was last seen at my bedroom. She was taking a shower while I started to undress and that night we got drunk, but I gotta tell ya she--" Both men stared at him.

"Mr.Jones, I hope you're happy."

The principal walk over to his desk and withdraw several files and give to the man near the door. "I want these students at my office tomorrow morning."

"But what about Mrs.McKinley?"

"Forget about her.", looking at Jones. "She probably woke up at the wrong side of the bed."

A gentle knock interrupted the gentlemen's train of thoughts and they opened the door. The room glittered as a young and voluptuous woman shines before their presence, majestic hair flow elegantly down the shoulders and silky lips moisturizes her temptations that will make any man ran wild.

Mr.Jones coughed, combing his hair then offer his seat. "Dear Ms. Laura, please sit down."

She glide to the seat, like a swift bird to its nest and cross her legs. "Adam, I want to talk with you in private please." They all looked at the principal. "Ms. Laura, your business here will need to wait, I have affairs with these gent---" The door closed and they were alone.

The fan whipped slowly on the ceiling and windows remain wide open inside. while Jones press his ear outside the door. "What do you think they would be talking about?"

"How am I suppose to know?" The man tugged on his cigarette. "Spring break is really something; there's something wrong with that woman...." Mr.Jones continue tentatively listening for noises, while peeking through the keyhole. "Damn right there is, she's got an angel's body." The man took a long drag and puff of smoke sway the air.

"Jones!"

He fumbled to open the door and pace inside. "Yes. good sir?" He looked at him then became distracted and immediately walks to Laura's side. "Monsieur Madame, may I be of assistance?" A folder slap his face. "I'm over here." He took the file and face toward the principal. "Mr.Jones, what are you doing outside my office?" He began moving his mouth but express no words. "Go back to work and I want those reports done tomorrow morning!" He rush out the door and close it behind him, the man chuckle as Jones sigh. "Too bad." They both walk down the stairway and the hall became quiet again.

"Your subordinate really admires you." Laura giggles. The principal concentrate his attention on the computer, darting around the screen while typing the keyboard. As he was reaching for a notebook, her hand caught him. "Adam, you don't have to be like this." He free himself. "What're you talking about?"

"You should know better, the chancellor have ordered me to remove you from this school."

He began organizing his documents to the side and lay back. "As dumb as the chancellor is, they have to send you to inform me? Why? Are they more naive to think a man can be persuaded so easily by a woman of your stature?"

"You're saying I'm not persuasive?" She lower herself and gaze him, as he caught a glimpse of what's under her shirt; sparkling blue eyes locked himself in.

"As a former partner and teacher, yes." She stroll over to his chair, put her hands on his shoulders that's trailing down his chest and whisper: "Then you already know how scary I can be." He abruptly stood up then she shove him on the wall, their body brush against each other. Her breathe tinkle down his neck and he could feel something growing in his pants. Their lips edge closer and closer but in a blink, he push her away.

"You don't have the prospects for these students." She whip back her hair and unbutton her upper shirt. "And you have these "prospects"?"

"They have three choices in their future: Harvard, Yale or Prison." She let loose a charming laughter until rescinded into relief. "Then it's more of a reason for you to resign." He sat on the sofa with cupped hands and deep in thought. "All they need is to learn and grow in the community but I cannot force them to succeed."

"Oh Adam, you're too naive. I don't have time for you." She grab her coat, flew past him and the door knob twists. She stop, his hand clenched her. "Why did you come here?"

"I told you, your posi--"

"The Laura I know, wouldn't come to me just for that." She mount on his lap, "Then what're you expecting?" Her cleavage extrudes out of the partially opened shirt and her hand outline his jaw. "Don't tease me, you're having too much fun already." She turn her attention away to the window and felt the wind breathing. "Oh, ya know Adam? Why is this place so miserable? I felt as if time has lost its essence." Adam trod over his desk and open the drawer. "It is what it is. The world evolves and we go with it whether we like it or not." He smack the letter on the desk.

"Take it." She glance at the envelope that's handwritten with ink: resignation. "That's it? You're just gonna give it to me?" He lit a cigar and blew. "Yes, it'll make your job easier. I don't want to drag this out any longer." They both grab their attires and swing the door open, their arms attached to one another. "So, what's next?" She ask him. "Heh, whatever is ahead. I think I'm ready to retire frankly." They chuckle and shut the door, footsteps fading away. The letter placed calmly on the wooden desk and dust gathered.