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It had taken Kale several hype sessions (see: choreographed big hair lip syncing routines to We’re Not Gonna Take It by The Twisted Sisters) to have the courage to finally face the man that PROBS killed his Dad. Minus the whole shoe incident in DADA. After that disaster, he had been petrified to face him and the office that used to be, like, a second home to the fifth year.
Huh. The door to the Headmaster’s Office was strangely haunting. Kale was so scared that his knees were visibly knocking.
Even so, he knew he had to see him. That horrible, swamp-donkey-faced pretender had taken up residence in his father’s office. The office that had pictures of his family sittin’ on the desk.
He could be brave. Or he could try. He wanted those pictures back. It didn’t feel right having them in the hands of that crusty oil monster. If his Dad was— phew, Kale had to taken a deep breath to power through the thought— dead, he needed those pictures back.
So Kale Trent lifted his fist and knocked.
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