Come here Tommy!

"Welcome to Tribinson High School superintendent Robins." The cheery teacher said.
She was small petite woman at only four foot nine. Her long black hair was pulled into a ponytail. Everything else about her was pink. Down to her bowed high heels. Her appearance nearly frightened Mr. Robins. He didn’t know how, but her kindness seemed to be artificial. Like the school was hiding something. Well that he knew, staff attendance was so bad that they sent him here. Why did half of the teachers and staff miss work so much? On the phone everybody was as wholesome and friendly as this teacher was, but yet they seemed to dismiss the absences. Almost as if they didn’t exist, in fact the woman on the phone told him she was ecstatic that they even made it to work twice a week. Of course she didn’t say why exactly.
"Well Ms. Beryl, where exactly is principal Squim?" Mr. Robins asked while adjusting his coat.
"Oh Squim! You wouldn’t believe all the talking we teachers had to do to get him to come in. Wel l right now he’s talking to the electrician in room 208." She laughed.
"Why is there an electrician here?" Mr. Robins didn’t want to deal with another faulty school.
"Oh you mean Mrs. Copal didn’t tell you on the phone. We have a hired electrician on staff like all major high schools! Tell you what, you go find Mr. Squim and talk to him about it. I have to back to my students." Ms. Beryl said uneasy.
"But Ms. Beryl, I don’t really know my way around this school. Could you take me there?" Mr. Robins asked.
"Flatterer, you’ll find it. Just stay away from the other science classes. That thing likes science best! Which is why I teach English lit." Ms. Beryl seemed really nervous about the last part.
After saying that she ran through the hall. Mr. Robins sighed and begun his journey. It didn’t take long to find the classroom. It looked like a typical biology class, filled with microscopes, a diagram of blood cells, and a poster of the periodic table. The teacher was a lean balding old man . He was trying to explain to the class the basics of genetics. Much to Mr. Robins surprise, the whole class was alert. Despite the not very interesting way the teacher lectured it. After clearing his throat did nothing, Mr. Robins finally spoke.
"Are you Mr. Rawn? The teacher of Room 208." Mr. Robins said looking at a paper that outlined all the teachers rooms and names.
"No actually I’m always Mr. Rawn’s substitute. Who are you?" The old man inquired.
"I’m Superintendent Robins. Do you mind if I observe your classroom while I wait for principal Squim." Mr. Robins said marking something off on his paper.
"Oh no that’s fine. I’m Mr. Muir by the way. As for Mr. Squim, him and electrician went to retrieve something. They should be back soon." Mr. Muir reassured.
The class didn’t even bother looking at Mr. Robins. They continued observing Mr. Muir. They seemed a little timid. A young man in a black and gray lettermen jacket quivered terribly while he raised his hand.
"Mr. Muir may I leave to use the bathroom?" The boy pleaded.
The whole class shifted to look at him. Some looked at the boy like he was crazy. Others gave a sympathetic face. Mr. Robins looked at Mr. Muir hoping he would explain the disturbance.
"Of course, let me get the seating chart to see who can accompany you. Let’s see who hasn’t been that nice to me." Mr. Muir sighed.