"Differential Diagnosis"

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As a result of my run in with the cops in the last installment, ? I had now made it my goal to find out how a student could become an office aide and attain the magical pink slips that can summon my fellow students out of class at any time.

I imagined the endless possibilities of having VIP clients whom I could pull out of class and sell candy to, for a premium price of course. ? Being able to roam the halls with my own custom hall pass, completely immune from teacher, hall monitor, or school security interferrance would practically have me owning the school’s hallways and offer limitless potential for my candy business. I needed this power, I craved it!

During lunch, I managed to track down the office aide who delivered my pink slip to algebra class, but he wouldn’t cooperate, and even an offering of candy, which he rejected, didn’t change his mind. Some people simply can’t be bought, or so they say,but for every upstanding citizen, there are five scabs willing to do anything for the right price.

Afterschool, I casually “bumped into” a girl who was a known office aide. ? This tall, skinny teacher’s pet was one of the popular girls in school, as such, regular kids trying to be popular would always compliment the girl and place her on a pedestal in hopes of feeding upon the crumbs of her popularity.

This was my scab, after some kind words and an assorted gift of candies, she told me all about it. ? Her mother had come and spoken to the principal a month before school started. During this meeting, the mother managed to customize her daughter’s schedule and got her a slot as an office aide in the mornings. The only person who could approve office aides was the principal. I had what I needed! My next stop? To see my good friend, the principal.

With only a few months left in this school year, I wasn’t sure what exactly I was expecting as I walked into his office.

1. Andhari says:

   August 1, 2009 at 8:42 pm

   Tricky, already know your way around girls ever since in such early age to! Trade power for more power! Lol or in this case, candies.

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2. ScoMan says:

   August 2, 2009 at 3:32 am

   The only thing a man with power craves is more power.

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3. ChinkyGirLMeL says:

   August 4, 2009 at 8:00 am

   Oooo using your charms to get info huh? well, who wouldn’t fall into such a sweet trap. =)

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4. TOPolk says:

   August 5, 2009 at 2:20 am

   I feel like your thrust for power is about to become a major turning point in the story…

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