When Pete walked into the principal’s office, he was shocked to see his mother sitting there looking like something was very wrong and hoped that there was nothing wrong with his dad; why else would she be here.
Taking a seat Pete looked over at his mother and asked, “Is everything okay?”
“Principal Taylor has something he wants to ask you.”
“Pete, as you know we do random locker checks and when we looked in yours we found this, (as he held the baggie up) and I’d like to know why you have this in your locker when you know it is against the law to be in possession of it and against all school rules to have it on this campus.
“I don’t know how it got there, it isn’t mine, but I think I might know who put it there, but I don’t want to give up his identity, or I’ll be known as a snitch.”
“Well young man if you don’t talk to your mother and me about this I’m afraid that I’m going to have to suspend you and have the police look into this matter.”
To be continued …
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Linking up to Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s. The prompt word this week is “Identity”.
Will Pete spill his guts or take the suspension and maybe even a call to the police?
Please stay tuned for next weeks episode 🙂
Wolves howl to others
Moon makes no difference
Bloodhounds, beagles, howl
The same way that the wolves do
For different reasons
© Susan Zutautas 2019
This 2 stanza haiku was written for this week’s Six Sentence Story. The prompt word this week is “Howl”.
This was written for Six Sentence Story hosted by Denise.
Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay
Whenever I exercise, I feel like I’m going to die.
Swimming laps is fun to do, try them, you might like them too.
Running around the track at school, made me feel like such a fool.
I would go once around, then you’d see me, laying on the ground.
Track and field was not my thing, I’d prefer to sit and sing.
When I’m told to exercise, always I ask, can I improvise.
©Susan Zutautas 2019
A short story with only six sentences.
One of the many views from Griffith Park
It was Sunday and I was out for a drive with my parents on a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon in California heading to Griffith Park.
We happened upon a traffic jam, not unusual for Los Angeles, and there was a car beside us with several young guys looking over at me in the backseat.
Our windows were down, and I heard one of the guys say, wow check her out. The next comment was, ya, but look what she’s going to look like when she’s older.
I had hoped that my stepmother who was a large woman had not heard this comment as I’m sure it would have made her feel bad.
I can remember thinking, yes but we’re not blood-related.
© Susan Zutautas 2019
This short story was written for Six Sentence Story The word prompt this week is “Drive”.