When you were at Valley View High, Coach Flannigan was only Assistant Coach Flannigan. His predecessor and former mentor, Coach Shearin, retired a few years ago after a very successful career. Unfortunately, the sports program at Valley View High hasn’t been the same since, and Coach Flannigan has suffered loss after loss, regardless of the sport. Once known for their winning seasons, the sports teams at Valley View High are now the laughing stock of the region, much to the dismay of Principal Roy, a former athlete himself. Coach Flannigan is well known for his quick temper, and many a trashcan has been thrown across the locker room during fits of rage. Despite his passion for all things sports, he hasn’t been able to transfer into the role of successful coach. There had been talk that the Principal had been looking to bring in a professional to take Flannigan’s place, someone with a few state championships under their belt, and Flannigan would have been benched, permanently.
Coach Flannigan is breathing heavily and appears agitated. His shirt is soaked through with sweat.
“It must be nice to be you right now, right? I mean, when there’s a murder like this, people always want to look at those who are physically most capable of hurting someone as the culprit. Someone like you, well, no one’s ever gonna suspect you of murder, so it must be nice. Guys like me get the blame all the time, but luckily I think I overheard something that will help prove my innocence! I was minding my business in the corner, just keeping an eye on everyone, when the power went out. As soon as it all went dark, my other senses kicked in. With my heightened hearing ability, I immediately detected several footsteps, a scraping sound, then a loud *THUD* and the breaking of glass. All the while what’s-her-face, the counselor, was screaming bloody murder! Then, someone turned on their phone light. It was the Math Teacher, Mr. Hunefeld. No, wait, maybe it was the Art Teacher? Anyway, we all got our phones out and turned on the flashlights and sure enough, there on the floor was Vice Principal Alden, right next to a broken lamp! My theory is, and bear with me here, but I think when the power went out, that’s when the murderer made their move!”