Demon Cheerleader AKA: The Bad Janitor

By Z. Samaritan

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2011—Zombie Samaritan

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Chapter I

If someone had said that the female high school principal intimidated me, they would have been correct, very correct. I have worked as a janitor at this school for several years and have seen Mrs. Sutton smile only once and that was when she had fired a grounds-keeper. I quickly found work to do in other parts of the school when she was around. She did not just scare me; she scared everyone. She was a stern looking woman in her 40s.She wore glasses, kept her hair in a bun and looked all business in her black skirt and black jacket. Today though something was different, she was not looking at me with disdain in her eyes. No, today her cool gray eyes seemed to be almost friendly.

“Mr. Bell this school really can't handle another lawsuit. I understand that you are upset and you have every right to be upset. What Ms. Sweetwater said to you in front of her class was degrading and will not be tolerated. That is why I have called both of you into my office to resolve this without a lawsuit. Mr. Bell …… Ms. Sweetwater has agreed to accept punishment, apologize to you, and perform restitution for the pain and degradation that she has inflicted upon you. What do you say Mr. Bell? Can we resolve this in-house?”Asked Mrs. Sutton from the other side of the massive wood desk.

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