He knew exactly who'd done it, Zach Anthony and his offensive line. Mr. Belkin laughed and unlocked the door to his red, 1993 Ford Ranger. The sun was starting to set and his vehicle was the last one in the faculty lot. Ron Belkin taught Junior English and had failed Zach Anothy for the six weeks. This meant Zach was no longer eligble to play in the upcoming Regional Championships. Zach was an ace quaterback who could hit a spinning dime with a football at forty yards. He was also an immature idiot who had no interest in school work, unless one counted pressuring teachers and cheerleaders into giving him what he wanted as academics.
Ron sat in his truck and smoked half a joint before heading over to the Sudz N Spray to pressure wash away the fecis.
Forty minutes later, when Ron pulled into his driveway, Zach's girl friend Meery was standing in front of his garage. She was holding on to, what was now, a four pack of beers. Ron could see that she'd been crying. He decided this would be his last year teaching.