You cup your hands around your eyes and peer into the storm. Just as the clouds are booming with thunder, something catches your eye.
A branch has broken off of a large tree and slammed into the mud below. At least you’re stuck inside, instead of out there.
The Principal’s garage door is open, and you catch a glimpse of a sweet 1967 Chevy Camaro! Principal Roy must be in the process of restoring it, but it looks about ready to run. Too bad he felt the need to paint that awful green number on the side of it.