Pulling Teeth

I glanced slightly at the headmaster who was sending me daggers. I assumed it was about the language used in a few of the songs. Well, if they don't want swearing, they don't want Green Day. End of discussion. I stared at him for a moment. I sqinted a little, confused. I was sure i'd recognised this guy somewhere. I shrugged it off, knowing that it was probably just adrenaline. Mike stares at me, wide-eyed as i hear a familiar female voice saying something to the teacher that introduced us. I peek round the corner to see Laura standing there, lifting up her shirt, standing in front of a very stunned looking teacher. And a group of very happy 12 year old boys. I saw her take a few steps past him. My breathing quickened, and my heart started racing.

I shot a nervous glance at the headmaster again- he was about 95% muscle (which i found odd for a school headmaster), had a small tattoo of a voodoo doll just about his collarbone, a full head of greying hair, and slightly tan skin. My eyes widened when i realised who it was.

Laura's father.