PM High

7:00 AM - Just outside Principal Veasey's house
Mr. Veasey, after waking his wife, stepped out the front door, ready to jog to work. He was very sensitive about his health, and jogged every morning and afternoon, even though he had a car, and PM High was three miles away. Nevertheless, wearing sweats he would change out of once he arrived at his office, he headed down the turn of his block.
Mr. V (to himself): Ah, such a beautiful day. I wish it'd stay like that, but I'm sure those children will be a fly in the ointment of my happy heart. I just wish they'd all die sometimes. Maybe I can have them all expelled�
Someone standing in the shadows of an alleyway chuckled at the irony. Mr. Veasey, oblivious to the presence, jogged on. A few seconds later, after some quick physics calculations involving sums of forces and projectile motion, a sword whistled through the air. Mr. Veasey, quite possibly the luckiest man alive for that instant, which was depressing in a sense because he knew he could never be quite that lucky again, tripped on a loose rock and tumbled to the ground. He looked up, said "brownie-fudge-frosting," which is some kind of profanity, and saw the sword sticking out of a nearby lawn. It was quavering back and forth as though it had just met the ground and, after a quick tizzy, stabbed it in a moment of anger, then felt quite bad for hurting its new and now inseparable (without outside help, which didn't seem forthcoming) friend.
Mr. V: Hmm� that's not supposed to happen until 8:30. Lucky thing I tripped twice this morning.

7:45 AM - In the halls of PM High
Kate is rummaging through her locker, searching desperately for the paper she has to have in today. She throws things furiously from their spots and digs. One errant textbook leaves Kate's hand and blindsides Mr. Veasey as he steps out of his office, preparing to make his rounds. He stumbles back and slides down, his back to the wall.
Kate: Ah-ha, here it is! Now, to amble off to class so that I arrive just as the bell rings.
She slips into an easy gait, and takes no notice of Mr. V.

8:15 AM - Office of the Nurse
Mrs. Veasey, having come into school at 7:50, found her husband unconscious on the floor. Kinda worried about him, she enlisted the aid of two passing students to help bring him to Nurse Kat, who's also a poet.
Mark: Boy, I sure hope Mr. Veasey will be okay. It looks like someone decked him good.
Alex: I'm thinking it was that wife.
Mark: But she was the one who found him hurt and brought him here! And I'd doubt her aim is that good. It's not like she even tried to moderate the thieves' guild Steve tried to start last year. In fact, she was the first one to call for it to be shut down when all those people and house pets started to disappear.
Alex: Exactly. No one would ever suspect her. Ever.
Mark: That *****.
Mrs. V: Guys, I'm helping you carry him. I can hear you. And you're not even trying to whisper.
Alex: I stand by my decision.

9:00 AM - In the Chem Lab
DIM stands at the door, looking through the glass window for the next victim of his newest fiendish plot. Instead, he sees Johnny muttering to himself about the wind friction and displacement.
DIM: Johnny. Good to see you. Is it done?
Johnny: Well, I tried, sir DIM, but underestimated his luck and was wearing a girdle of Dexterity -2 because an imp told me it was a girdle of Sexifiedy +4.
DIM: +4? Haven't I trained you better.
Johnny: I am sorry, sir. It won't happen again.
DIM: Well, keep trying.
Johnny: Yes, sir. Of course, sir.

10:00 AM - Just outside the Nurse's office
Principal Veasey had been awake for about ten minutes, when he ventured out of the infirmary, clutching his forehead. He shuffled down the hall, looking down, and did not see Johnny at his locker, flinging it open in an over-zealous salute. The cold metal door crushed Mr. Veasey against the other lockers, and he slumped down. Johnny grabbed something in his locker, exclaimed "A-ha!" and slammed it close. He gave a glance to Mr. Veasey and shrugged.
Johnny: Wow. That was quick. Maybe I'll get a field promotion.

10:15 AM - Back in the Nurse's Office
Chris: Hellooo, nurse.
Kat: You are surely know / I've male genitalia / Are you so inept?
Chris: Oh, right. Anyway, how's Mr. V doing?
Kat: Like the seagull flown / Head repeatedly beaten / He's had a long day
Chris: Well, yeah, but it is National Accident Day, didn't you know?
Kat: I disbelieve / This lie you weave to trap me / I am not taken easily by such a ploy / You are mine, her enemy.
Chris: Poor you. How misinformed!

11:45 AM - In the Cafeteria
After another bout with unconsciousness, Mr. Veasey woke up and made his way to the lunchroom. He walked among the student body, many easing his way for him with pity in their eyes and fear in their hearts. He got lunch from the lunch lady who always gave him dirty looks and sat at the teacher's table. He started to eat slowly, and felt better, until he took a swig of his drink. He spit it out, soaking Mr. West, and held his throat.
Mr. V: Ah, the burning! I could've died. What is this?
Wil: Whoa, I haven't even been in this episode yet. Is it vanilla coke? Or Evil. Could be concentrated Evil.
Ray: Sorry, Mr. Veasey, you must have grabbed my drink when you got your lunch.
Mr. V: What's wrong with you, boy? Do you have a stomach, and esophagus, I should add. Can't leave out the esophagus, of steel?
Ray: I'm just special, I guess.
Mr. V: Darned correct. Someone should have this kid sent to Bedlam. Or Mr. Polas.
Mr. West: Can�someone help me?�it's seeping into my skin and burning�
Mr. V: Kat, take care of him.
Kat: I cannot deny / This fancy for medicine / This holding of my heart / So impassioned toward healing the sick / I will go, mein Fuhrer.
Wil: So wait, Kat is Sylvia Plath?
Mr. V: Wil, this is my episode. Get the hell out of it.

12:45 PM - In Principal Veasey's Office
Mr. V sat at his desk, finally ready to get some paperwork done after the trials of the morning. At that moment, though, David and Paul rushed in with huge stacks of paper.
David: Mr. Veasey, quick! The computers are malfunctioning and spewing out all this paper!
He dumps it on the desk.
Paul: We need you to sign these forms so we can order parts to fix the printers, and then sign these to get the funds for that.
He dumped another stack of paper on the desk. The huge piles, in addition to what was already there, teetered and fell, burying Mr. Veasey in a sea of pulp reality.
Mr. Veasey: Gah, I can't respire! Offer me succor! Succor!
David and Paul look at each other, then rush out.
Mr. V: Those ragamuffins will pay! Man alive� ragamuffin is old for me. Gurgle.

3:00 PM - Outside the school
Mr. Veasey sighed and began jogging home. He thanked Nick as he passed him for digging him out of the paper pile earlier and performing CPR even though he had regained consciousness. He got home safely, and began to relax.
Mr. Veasey: That was such a horrible day. I think I'll go upstairs and take a bath to relax. I really need it. And then can I have some lovin'?
Mrs. Veasey: You can have dinner.
Mr. Veasey: Love, you know me too well.
He headed into the bathroom, stripped (Whoooooo), and slipped into the warm water, adding some bath salts for effervescent fun. He fell asleep, and didn't wake up again.
Ever.

11:00 PM - In the Veasey's Bathroom
Mrs. Veasey, worried about her husband since he'd been in the bathtub a very long time, walked up and knocked on the door, which swung open. She found him dead in the bathtub. The cause of death seemed to be electrocution via the plugged-in toaster that was dropped into the salty water. Mrs. Veasey screamed, and wept.

What will Mrs. Veasey do about this crime? Who killed Mr. Veasey? Was it Kate? Johnny? David and Paul? DIM? Chris? Wil? James? Who knows?

Episode 9 � An Unnumbered Week of School, Wednesday, 7:00 AM - 11:00 PM
"Life Flashing Before His Eyes"
(Yes, that's the title, we finally have real ones, 'cause the story arc is starting.)