School Dismissal

In the building of administration, in the massive office of the main administrator, the administrators were having a meeting.

Except this meeting was different. Instead of sitting around the large, rectangular table, the administrators were spread throughout the room. Each had a six foot bubble of space.

And many were in tears.

You see, the administrators hated cancelling school. They wanted the students to suffer by having to come to school, no matter how dangerous the conditions. But the Governor had done it for them.

“Why!” one woman wailed. “Why did he have to cancel school?”

Another administrator lay in fetal position on the ground.

“Empty schools,” he said. “Empty classrooms, empty lockers, empty hallways—”

“Everyone calm down!” the main administrator, Mr. Administrator, said.

“Calm down?” a man screamed. “You calm down!”

“In my twelve years working here, we’ve only cancelled school one time!” Another administrator yelled. “Then, overnight, we lose a month!”

“Everyone, stop!” Mr. Administrator yelled. “Miss Secratary?”

“Yes?” she hollered. She was at the opposite end of the room.

“Did you find out if COVID-19 is just a conspiracy? Or perhaps biological warfare from a moon colony to cause chaos?”

“From what I can tell, this is a real sickness,” she said. “I haven’t found any information about a lunar settlement. I will continue to look into it.”

“Thank you,” he said.

“After this,” Mr. Administrator continued, “I don’t care if it snows thirteen feet overnight. We are never cancelling school again.”

The room dissolved into cheers and questions and screaming, and Mr. Administrator could not calm them down.