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Mechanized bugs? You had me up to that point.


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Chester Jones

September 5th, 1969
1100 HRs

Chester barreled down the halls, knocking over trash cans which were well out of their way. A student who walked into the front door was promptly knocked onto his ass as the raging bull slammed into him with his shoulder. "Move it, nerd!" Shouted the soon-to-be principal as the dorky fucker dropped his textbooks on the ground. Chester descended the stairs two at a time, before scanning the lot frantically. His search was interrupted with a loud hood slam. His bloodshot eyes lurched over to his car, and he removed his sunglasses, meeting eyes with Nick. There was a moment of silence while the two locked eyes, before Chester started charging at the now charged teenager. Despite Nick's best efforts to escape, the drunken Chester's rage fuelled him, and he reached out to catch Nick, only barely grasping the gold chain around his neck. With a terrifying bang, Nick's necklace discharged.

A few moments later, the two were shaken awake by the officers stationed outside the school, both in a bit of a daze. The only clue the cops had was the small puddle of gold on the asphalt.
I have a question. Is this a sign of what's to come in the one and twenty?
Chester Jones


September 5, 1969
0821

Chester's hands trembled after the door shut behind him. His brain was racing. New Staff? My Wife? 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.




1040

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. "Good morning, GVHS." 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.
Chester Jones


0810

Chester swung his keys around on their ring as he galumphed down the hall, shoving past sophomores and stepping through freshmen. He felt like the king of the school, especially now that Hines was set to announce his retirement. There was nobody beneath the head honcho besides him, and nobody could stop him from getting what he wanted - absolute power over the school.
He stopped by room 112, opening the door. He saw a few kids hanging around, and shouted, "Hey, get out of my room, or you're getting detention for a week." They weren't really doing anything wrong, he just wanted his room empty for homeroom. He'd held the same room for as long as he'd worked here, it was the last thing that reminded him of when he was a good man. He took a sip from the water fountain, when he heard the P.A. crackle to life.

0815

The door to Hines' office opened. Chester was standing in the doorway, his tie a bit off-kilter. He saw the whiskey and a smile began to grow on his face, and he stepped forwards. His eyes met the picture of his wife- ex-wife. It was the photo from their wedding, except Chester was cut out of the frame. He took a seat in front of Hines' desk, fighting back the tears.
"D-did you need me, Wilson?" Chester choked out. His eyes darted between the liquor, the photograph, and his boss. He suddenly felt nauseous again. "Can I ask what all this is for?"
Chester clasped his hands together and set them on the table, before deciding to cross his arms instead. Alpha male Wilson Hines immediately recognized this as a pussy beta male display of submission. Chester's forehead started to sweat even more than usual. The clock's ticking in the background making the situation even more tense. Chester didn't know what this was about, but one thing was for certain - Nick Kostashe was going to pay for it.
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