This Could Be Bad

I’m a little concerned.

Worried, really.

This could be bad.

I should have checked that locker before I left school, Friday. 

I forgot. 

It wasn’t until Monday that it occurred to me that it might have been left there and, by then, it was too late. The school was locked up tight for the whole week.

I emailed with a student:

“Please tell me you didn't leave that cupcake in the locker for vacation.”

“I'm not saying it wasn't taken out, but no one ever went to get it…”

“Oh dear.”

This could be bad. 

I have visions of tentacles violently whipping out of the locker when we return today. Maybe we’ll find slimy, green radioactive sludge oozing across the floor or an army of aggressive mold spores with mayhem on their collective mind.

Whatever happens, we were warned, and warned repeatedly.

<Sigh>

This could be bad.