The Woes of being the Principal of Spy School

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It's terrible what has happened to that poor, defenseless desk.

Major character death. Of the desks.

Barnabus Sidebottom's POV

My life used to be fine before Ben Ripley showed up. I used to be able to spend my days safely in my wonderfully furnished office, playing Flapjack Frenzy on my phone, doing all the work that was expected of me, which wasn't very much since I had risen to a position with such prestige as the principal of Spy School.

But then Ben had shown up and ruined everything. As soon as he got here, he created a huge mess with that whole mole thing, and then, on the first day of this school year, he blew up my office. My glorious office, gone far too soon. Its once sturdy outer wall was now a gaping hole looking out above campus. All because of Ripley.

I was relocated to the janitor's closet down the hall, which was a terrible demotion. How is anyone supposed to be intimidated by a flimsy card table? (Of course, I am still very imposing, but having a desk to match that was nice.) Not only that, but the stupid closet smelled like expired cleaning products.

I knew I could only stay in that office for so long before I moved back into my old office. It was still not ideal given the huge hole in the wall, but it was certainly bigger. And better smelling. Then the pigeons moved in. Those darn birds pooped over everything.

But then I finally got my new desk. The day it arrived was glorious. It was big, imposing, wonderful.

The day after, though, tragedy struck.

It all started when I got the most insulting note from Ben Ripley. He called me all sorts of terrible things including, but not limited to, a jerk, a buffoon, and a numbskull. So of course I had to go find him so that I could punish him.

But, in a cruel twist of events, while I was off getting justice, my office exploded, destroying my much-anticipated new desk. I nearly started crying right there on the quad.

For the second time that school year, my beloved desk had been destroyed. 

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