Frank had never wanted to be a security guard. Especially for a school full of snot nosed kids. They didn't respect him or the school.
"So what'd he do?" John asked.
"Spread his shit over the walls again!" Frank said exhausted. "Like the second time this month! He's a fucking animal..." John laughed but as he said it, Frank realized he shouldn't have said anything. "Anyway I gotta go find him."
"Good luck," John smirked. His attention turned back to his laptop. Frank didn't know anything about them and just turned around. He'd been at this stupid school for almost 30 years now and had almost nothing to show for it. Just a growing belly and a slowly balding head. He remembered when there was a full brown head of hair up there. Now there was just a thinning patches of gray. But most of all he was tired. Tired of trying to keep these stupid kids from ruining the school and themselves.
Frank looked at the end of the hall. Down there stood Donnie. "Hold it right there," he shouted down the hallway. Donnie instantly saw him and started running away. "Shit..." Frank muttered to himself. Running was worst of all. When the kids sprinted away he was supposed to catch them. He practically was dragging his feet as he ran down the hall. He couldn't keep up. But something in the back of his mind knew he had to.
With each step he found a new kind of confidence. The heavy footfalls were far more rhythmic, almost militaristic in nature. He was slowly gaining on the younger man. Frank didn't notice that the fat on his body was slowly receding. The huge belly in front of him firming up. Muscle was quickly replacing all the fat on his body. Each step he was feeling younger and filled with energy. His body solid and firm as he continued to chase after his assailant. He was only in his late 20's so it should be expected.
His tall muscled frame made him easy to spot as he patrolled the halls. Girls would fawn over him while the guys would envy him. He just wished the school was able to find a uniform that fit him better. Each part of the uniform he had was practically pasted to his body. Just even moving threatened to tear a piece of his clothing off.
Frank's pale white skin started to darken. The hair he'd been so afraid to lose finally fell completely fallen off. But he'd remembered how he liked to keep the shaved head. The hair he'd lost grew around his lantern jaw. He kept it trim and in place. The goatee gave him a more distinct and masculine look.
Donnie sprinted down another hall. Frank was almost toying with him now. All he needed to do was keep pace and Donnie was going to tire out before him. It was almost fun watching as the kid thought he'd be able to just get away without any trouble. But he finally made a mistake, running down a hall with no exit.
"I'm sorry!" he called out as Franks 6'5" 250 pound of muscle body walked down towards him.
Frank's huge hand gripped his shoulder. "Get goin," he commanded. Defeated Donnie started walking. They walked past the cafeteria again and John was still looking at his computer. "Mind watchin him for a minute? Gotta take a leak."
John stared up at the massive man. "Sure thing," he said with a smile.