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Just order them all to your office immediately

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“You’re all coming to my office,” you said, looking in particular at the two struggling girls you have by the arms. As you proceeded on, you barely even noticed the patter of footsteps of the other small crowd of kids walking away until you looked up and realize most of them are gone already. “Hey!” you barked, sliding your foot in to block the girl taking up the rear while the boys had already escaped, “I meant you lot too!” you yelled after them, but they just ducked their heads and ran off. Great, you doubted you would be able to recognize any of them if you were to see them again, but at least you stopped the girl from getting away. That was the one you were really after from the beginning anyway.

You breathed a bit of a sigh before locking eyes with the girl, committing at least her face to memory as best you could. You quickly noted her long red brown hair and the green hoodie she was wearing that looked a little too large on her. Those were the most striking characteristics that jumped out at you immediately, and with that information you thought you could likely recognize her if you had to. You remembered to silently breathe a brief prayer of thanks for the elementary school age kids not having to wear uniforms, because you were unsure if you would be able to remember this kid by her hair and facial features alone.

“I’m going to ask you to just come along, alright? If you make me have to track you down you are going to be in much bigger trouble.”

“I’m sorry!” she said, sniffling a bit and on the verge of tears, “I was just running in the hall, I won’t do it again!”

“Well we are all still going to my office,” you told her as the blond girl in your grip struggles to break loose while dismally failing, “that’s my job, to make sure students like you don’t misbehave. Come along now.” the other brunette girl seemed to be a bit better behaved than the blond girl in your other arm, so for the sake of ease you decided to let go of her arm with a repeated warning that she will be in big trouble if she runs away after you let her go. You continued to hold the blonde girl by the wrist as you lead the three of them down the hall.

“Let go! You’re hurting me!” the blond girl said.

“I can’t do that,” you told her, “you’re probably going to run away if I do.”

“No I won’t!” she insisted as she begins struggling against you even harder, grabbing on to your hand with her free hand and trying to pry your fingers open while she had her legs go limp, forcing you to drag her along the ground.

“Sorry,” you told her, “but the way you’re acting right now is not very convincing.”

“I won’t! I promise!” she begged you, staggering back to her feet, almost in tears.

“You see,” you told her, “I really am not sure I can trust a girl who shows this much disrespect for her elders, how do I know you are going to respect a promise if you don’t show respect to your authority figures.”

“I won’t!” she yelled, jumping up and down and stamping her feet, “I won’t I won’t I won’t!”

“You’re still not showing respect,” you told her.

“I wooohohohooon’t!” she broke out into solid tears as she brought her arm up to her eyes, finally going along with you placidly, at least, if not peacefully, as the halls were filled with her wailing cries and the occasional re-iteration of: “I wooon’t!” This behavior ultimately wound up continuing all the way till you reached the waiting area of your office. You lead them all in, the other two girls and the young boy in tow. As soon as you got in, you found your secretary, Mrs. Varano, standing up beside her desk, and you hear the three students who are not out of breath from crying give a collective gasp the moment they saw her.

“I thought that might be you,” she said in a half-yell to be heard over the blond girl’s crying. It was down in volume from wails and now consisted of moans since you had arrived at your destination and you had finally released her wrist once the door was closed, but it was still something that needed to be competed with, “I could hear you from what must have been all the way down the hall! What’d they all do?”

“Running in the halls and being disrespectful to an authority figure,” you told her.

“Well I can certainly see that being the case,” she said, directing a rather harsh glare down at the still sobbing girl, “are you wanting to handle them all yourself? I could probably handle two of them if you wanted me to.”

She seems almost eager to volunteer, maybe you should let her.

• You definitely want the blonde girl, let her take the other two girls.
• You definitely want the blond girl, let her take the boy and the blond girl’s friend.
• You definitely want the blond girl, let her take the boy and the other girl.
• Just give her the boy, you’ll take all the girls.

Nah, you’ll take all of them.

• The blond girl first.
• The blond girl’s friend first.
• The girl with the run-away boys first.
• The boy first.
• You’ll take them all at once.