skeletons in the closet?
@theautopsyqueen
Only a moment ago, Sybil was just walking down the hallway, minding her own business, expecting to see anything but a skeleton as she turned the next corner. Then she just so happened to walk directly into one.
After a moment’s worth of panicked thoughts ran through her head, she realized that it was not, in fact, the bones of some poor, long-dead soul come to haunt her from beyond the grave, but rather a science classroom’s plastic replica. She took a step back, her usual cool, collected demeanor having lapsed for only a brief second.
Now that there wasn’t a classroom display staring her down, Sybil could get a good look at the woman who had been wheeling the skeleton down the hallway. Presumably, she had been on her way to deliver the skeleton to a classroom; Sybil guessed she was a teacher. If the name badge pinned to her jacket wasn’t a giveaway, it was the focused, intent air she had about her.
“Oh, hello! Sorry for almost knocking down your friend there. For a science class, I assume?”