"We're not done with this conversation," Mr. Sheppard (the assistant principal) said to Trevor. Actually, it was to Trevor's back, because the Goth boy was walking away at the time.
Mr. Sheppard shook his head. Why couldn't Trevor be like everyone else? All that black clothing, that spiky black hair and piercings ... it just wasn't normal. And then there was his attitude problem. If he had a dollar for every time that boy uttered the word "fuck", he'd be a rich man. Someone had to get that boy straightened out and his parents certainly weren't doing the job, so it was apparently up to him. He swore that by the time Trevor graduated, he'd be a normal respectable boy. It would be quite a challenge, but he was up to the task.
He watched Trevor walk down the hall and stop near the water fountain. The boy then grabbed something yellow off the wall, paused for a moment, and then threw it in the trash.
And that's when the assistant principal began to get dizzy.
