[h2][b][color=598527]Chester Jones[/color][/b][/h2]

September 5, 1969
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	Chester's hands trembled after the door shut behind him. His brain was racing. [i]New Staff? My Wife?[/i] He looked up to the bottle of liquor before him, then poured himself another drink, downing it. He wanted to be principal, but Hines expected more of him. Chester already all but ran the school, so he knew that he'd have to do something big, something groundbreaking. He held his hands in front of him, willing them to stop. He poured himself another drink.

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	Chester sat next to Hines while he talked. He wore silvered aviators, even though the assembly was indoors, and he had a suspicious stain on the front of his shirt. He 'listened' to the end of Hines' speech, struggling not to pass out. After Hines left the stage, Taggert stood up to begin his own speech. Chester grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him back into his own seat before standing up to the podium himself. He grasped the mic with one hand and removed his sunglasses with the other. His eyes were red and puffy, possibly from crying, and he seemed to have trouble standing. [b]"Good morning, GVHS."[/b] Chester was a bit to close to the mic, and he was a bit hard to understand. To an untrained person, one might assume he was plastered.

	"I... uh, I would like to congratulate you... you... all of you." It was at this moment that Chester realized he hadn't prepared a speech. "You know, I grew up in Chicago, and uh... it's a sh- uh, it's... I didn't like it. These guys? They moved here because they know it. The real bright minds come from rural towns." Chester leaned over to laugh, before returning to the mic. "I know you all think I'm a real jerk sometimes, but I'm here for all of you." He pointed out over the crowd. "Especially you." He scanned the crowd for Nick Kostashe. His expression went from a big drunk smile to a cold, dead glare. "That's all." He stumbled towards stage left, knocking over his chair on the way out.