The truth about corridors..

Tuesday, 11:59

It was a cold day. Frostbite had made a home on me vaughns feet. They were blue and bruised so he couldn't move. He was stuck at the bottom of the modern yet dirty steps located in the science corridor.
"Keep it right to the right" he shuddered, whilst the student who passed by ignorantly cringed. "Keep it tight to the right!"
He started to laugh, as the cold sensation in his feet tingles. A young girl, who looked about 30 by the amount of make up aimlessly caked on her orange face. "Pull your skirt down, young girl" mr Vaughn exclaimed, giggling. The girl walked on, refusing to pull down the skirt, even though her foof was showing. He stubbornly looked at her, hinting at her skirt. Mr mulcahy walked along, and beckoned him.
"Stop looking up their skirts. I can give you some if you want it." They walked up to his office, the tension was too big. Mr mulcahy sat down. They smoked legal weed made Dorito babies and died. The end.