It was a cold, crisp day at school and mr.Collins was on a hunt. A hunt for a shirt. Not any shirt , but an untucked one. His eyes glistened in the sunlight as he scanned the area , looking for the white fabric.
Untucked shirts are his guilty pleasure , his sense of authority , control and power. He loves the way the loose fabric blew in the wind as it ripples with beauty. But this made him so angry as the fact haunts him that there are still untucked shirts out of his grasp , but definitely not out of his mind. They always somehow managed to get away.
He just wants to push the soft fabric down the students trousers even if it's the last thing he does. Despite Collin's best efforts , the untucked shirts always manage to get away. The students flee the scene when they see him with his manly walk. Collins hated this so he knew he had to come up with a way to find all the shirts. A simple saying that would stop all students in their tracks
" Excuse me gents "
End of chapter 1
