Debbie was the 27 year old secretary to the school's principal. She had graduated from the school herself...years earlier. She'd been a very peppy cheerleader then...and had grown into an attractive and sympathetic ear for students waiting to be discliplined. The girls liked her for her kindness and sweetness and the boys liked her for...well...that and how she filled out her sweater.
She came into the office looking for some paperwork...instead she found a yellow note stuck to her shoe. "I wish I was the principal," she read. In truth , she did. She wanted the school to be its best and the principal was a part of that.
But she hadn't gone past two years at community college..hadn't been a teacher...so it didn't seem like it would be happening...
She blinked as she exited the office and noticed something. The sign on the door now read Deborah Stern, Principal.
