Discipline a Rebel Will Never Forget
The chains and spikes on Dereks leather jacket clinked loudly and abnoxiously as he waltzed down the hallway in his school. He was a senior in high school, but at this point he saw no reason to graduate, having a broken family and working at a mechanics shop after school. He wa paid pretty good money, but knew that he couldn’t keep the job forever. As Derek passed a large plexi-glass window on his left, he slowed down and looked in. Behind the glass at a desk was a fairly old secretary filing her nails through her bi-focals. The phone rang and she dropped the filer on the desk and picked up the reciever and began talking cheerily through it to the person on the other end. Derek looked passed her at the door. “Ms. …