Mr. John Harris was bored out of his mind. His talents were wasted at this "shitty high school" as he called it. He was a younger teacher of 30 years who taught math to ungrateful teens. He figured when he finished college that he'd land a nice gig as some kind of researcher, or if he needed to teach then he'd go for a job as a professor. Unfortunately, life didn't go perfectly and now he taught in a high school.
Mr. Harris was even more bored today, as he had no class at the moment. He was walking down the hall, going locker by locker, looking for any weed or stolen items. He felt like he could drop from boredom at any moment as he opens his thirtieth locker that hour. Two lockers had weed, unfortunately, so he had taken both packages out and had already written each of them up. He wondered how much longer he'd have to be there when he found something interesting.
"Well well well, what have we here?" He asked aloud, while picking the camera out of Paula's locker. "Hmmm, looks like something belonging to Ms. Tanya in the photography department. Tsk tsk tsk. I never would've suspected you for a thief preggo Paula. A slut maybe but a thief?" He half joked to himself.
John closed the locker as he began to make his way down the hall towards Tanya's classroom. Sure, he wasn't positive the camera was actually school property, but at least it'd give him an excuse to go somewhere else for a while. He carried the camera under his arm, with the lens facing in front of him, as he sauntered down the hall with glee.
As he walked however, the camera began to flash, taking pictures of random students and teachers in the hallway.