A, "High"-school Principal Who Was Quite Low

A, "High"-school Principal Who Was Quite Low

Once upon a time in a huge metropolis called Danville, Va., there lived a high school principle named Mr. Martin. He was the absolute strictest mnan in all of Danville, which is really saying a lot since the population of that huge city was so immense. Some of the kids had made up sayings such as, "Get sent to Mr. Martin, and problems will be startin' ." Any time a kid acted up in class, all the teacher would say is, "Either shape up or you'll be sent to You-Know-Who!" That would always straighten the kids up right away since Mr. Martin was the eppitemmy of evil. He never had to worry about getting killed in any kind of accident since he was so darn mean there was no way he could enter into Heaven and he was so bad even the Devil himself would want nothing to do with him. Some people called him a cat with 9 lives because he'd been in so many near-death experiences but every time he would always miraculously survive somehow. If you take the word good and remove an o you get God, and if you take the word evil then put a d in front of it you get devil. Yet Mr. Martin had no heart whatsoever. Whenever a kid was sent to him he'd ask the teacher what they'd done wrong. No matter how severe the penalty was, it could have been talking in class or trying to burn down the school. Mr. Martin would hear what the teacher said then punish the child without even listening to their side. In retrospect, he had no feelings about the accused student since he just enjoyed punishing them in any way possible. That gave him some huge thrills.

One of his favorite things was to paddle the children. He would always have 2 really strong teachers hold the child over a desk and then would beet them until he thought they'd had enough, which of course never happened. He would just beet them until the last bell rang to go home. The worst part about it was he actually enjoyed doing that.

At the end of each day, he would run down a list of how many kids he had beaten and how many he'd suspended or expelled from school. Any time the number was over 12 he would always say, "Yeah! Today was a right good day!"

Some of the kids would go home black-and-blue or bloody from all the beating he had done to them. That always lead to some phone calls from irate parents when their children would come home that way. Yet he would always lie and say they had gotten those marks from falling at p. e. or because they'd done it misusing some machines.

Finally when some of the parents got concerned that their kids were not learning all that much in school because they spent so much time in detention or the infurmury. Those he had beaten told their parents what he had done to them, but he would always tell them one of their kids biggest problems was lying. Some of the honest kids would even tell their parents some horror-stories about how Mr. Martin treated them. Yet he would tell the parents their kids were fibbing. Some of them were even confabulating, or as he would call it, "con-'fib'-ulating." The biggest problem was that he just adored his job.

Then one day when 2 boys went home with broken arms, the police got suspicious, so one of them hid in Mr. Martin's office with his camcorder. The next child he beat, the cameraman caught it on film. When the beatings got too graphic, one cameraman muttered, "Ooh!" but Mr. Martin heard him. That's when he killed the guy. Since the kids saw him do it, he threatened to do that to them if they mentioned it to anybody. It seamed as if Mr. Martin got away with anything. Even when a policeman spied on him and saw him beating a child, he gasped. That's when Mr. Marin killed him as well. Yet since he had been the school principal for 5 years, people trusted his words.

Mrs. Jones's daughter, Sue was such an angel at everything she did, but even she'd gotten bruises on her body, it made her mom mad. That's when Mrs. Jones took off from work to spy on Mr. Martin. She actually saw him take a child into a sound-proof room and commence to beating her. The test had proven he was an eval man. Then a policeman burst into the room with his gun raised yelling, "Hands up, Martin! You're under arrest!" Yet then Mr. Martin pulled a lever which brought a huge bookshelf down, crushing and killing the officers under that weight.

2 more policemen entered the room with their guns raised, but Mr. Martin picked up a super-powered magnet which sucked their guns right out of their hands. Then he shot both of them. He grabbed a little 9 year-old girl who saw him do that and ran out of the school caring her with him, knowing they wouldn't shoot him holding her. He ran to get in his car, carrying the little girl, who was named Cathy, with him. He sped off in his car, but the police gave chase. Mr. Martin pushed a button on his dashboard, sticking out cannons in the back bumper and blasted the policemen's cars, causing them to explode. It seamed like Mr. Martin had won the war. Then some choppers came and followed him overhead. They called in for backup. Yet when the police made a road block, Mr. Martin's car shot our cannons in the front and blasted all the police cars, and those in the cars to bits. A few minutes later choppers arrived and were following him as he sped down the road at over 120 miles per-hour. He slowed down a little bit so the police behind him could get closer, then he opened up cannons in the rear of his car and blew away all 4 of the police cars which were full of men, into bits. Then he lead all of the choppers after him under a tunnel, but they didn't see it and all 4 of them crashed into it, killing everybody on board. Then Mr. Martin let the others get close enough for the men to yell, "Alright, Martin! You had better stop! We've got you surrounded! Drop you weapon! Hands up!" but he blasted them, killing all those who had been pursuing him in their police cars.

Just when it seamed he'd gotten away cleanly, Sam, a guy on a Moped, saw what he'd done so he followed him, but he kept about 20 yards behind him so he wouldn't get suspicious. By some coinsidnese, he just happened to have bought a c. b. radio from Goodwill and was taking it home when he saw the erattic driver go by so quickly he knew something was amiss, so as he followed him. Then he called the Smokies and told them about the speeding car. He was driving so quickly he finally ran out of gas. That was when he got out and fled on foot, unaware that anybody knew where he was. Yet the c. b. guy told the police where he was and they set up a road-block. After a fierce gunfight, Mr. Martin got shot on his left arm, which wasn't his shooting arm. Soon the police had surrounded him. One called out from his bull horn, "Alright, Martin! We've got you surrounded! Drop your weapon and no one will get hurt! No more shooting! Now, we don't want to shoot you! Please don't make us have to resort to that!"

Mr. Martin came out with his hands up over his head. As the cops prepared to cuff him and end the story, suddenly he put his hands in front of him yelling, "Listen coppers! I ain't going back to jail no more! Now, listen and I'll tell you the way it is! You want no more shooting? Well, let's both put our guns down at the same time! Do it nice and slow!"

As the policemen set their guns on the ground and held their hands up over their heads, Mr. Martin pulled out a live handgrinade and in the same motion pulled the pin and threw it at the policemen. They all expected to be blown to bits, but as the grenade was headed towards the ground, which would end everybody's life there, including Mr. Martin's, an invisible hand reached out and caught it right in mid air before it touched the ground. That hand saved many lives. A Pentecostal pastor wasn't surprised. He knew Who had caught that grenade before it hit the ground. It was the hand of Somebody Who was over all of them. After that incident had occured, every last one of the people who witnessed the event happen who were not Saved, including Mr. Marten, turned their lives over to Christ imediately. They'd really seen a miracle. There was no other explanation as to why they weren't all blown up. That no-good, heartless, murdering principle got exactly what he deserved, which was justice. He was sentenced to life imprisonment with hard-labor for public survace every day, including Sundays. That proves good always will always triumph over evil. While in prison, another Pentecostal pastor named Dr. Christ, lead him to Christ before he was exicuted. He confessed his sins and asked Jesus to wash him whiter then snow. In fact, he was really smiling on his way to leave the Earth. It was terrific that Heaven had just welcomed another angel into Paridise.

The end. By, Cuz Roye.