About me: which was all the way down the hall. the principal
wasnt there so i bent over his desk. my skirt fell
across my back displaying my barely legal preteen
ass just as Mr. Schwartz (the princiapl) came in.
nice pooper! he exclaimed. he pulled out a small
bag of what looked to be cocaine so i left. the
next day i realized it was all a dream, but istill
had the bag of powder in my pocket. after a few
lines i realized it wasnt cocaine at all but a
mystery drug which was not my drug of choice. i
