It wasn’t hard to guess which one of the three youths was Spotty’s brother. Same red hair, same slightly stupid look and still slightly spotty face. The guy in the middle. Was he the number one man? “That doesn’t say much about the brain power of the other two.” Teacher thought.
Obviously coming onto school grounds wearing gang insignia wasn’t encouraged. It wasn’t long before a man who Teacher recognised as the principal showed up. Teacher smiled and thought to himself, “He’s called the principal because he’s your pal.” That was a very old teachers’ saying that was often heard at the 110th. It had originated when some woodwork teachers misspelt the title as ‘principle’. Teacher thought he remembered PE teachers getting it wrong too.
The red headed bloke turned to face the principal who was standing farthest from the classroom. Teacher read his jacket. “Larrikin Imbeciles.”
It seemed like he was showing his middle finger to the principal. Inside the classroom the spotty boy seemed to be surging with power. He rushed to the classroom door, opened it, and shouted, “Go bro!” His brother heard and turned to face the classroom. Spotty turned to Teacher and said, “Now you’ll have to face my brother. He’s going to mess you up!”
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