OSA Reimeiki

For some reason, I can't find where I put my iPod in my locker and was rummaging through my usually neat locker in search of the tiny blasted thing. I swear, Apple is making the shuffles smaller and smaller to make it easier to loose so you would have to go and buy another one. Then, the distinctly loud chaotic thuds of approximately six people tumbling down the stairs in the basement caught my attention and of course, I decided to abandon my search to investigate.
"MY HAIR!!"
Weird, that sounded strangely like Mr. Karas, but he doesn't have hair, so why would he ...
I peeked from the corner of the lockers and I see Mr.Karas holding something burnt in his hands. Inching over a little, I could see the mess of bodies at the foot of the stairs
"Mr. Karas, no offense or anything, but you never had hair in the first place." said a sheepish voice from under the pile.
"I just got a hair transplant, and now look at it, all of it had gone up in flames."
Mr.Karas got hair? I wonder how that had looked like.
"And I found this as the culprit." Mr.Karas held up a slightly smoldering cigarette looking butt and looked at the mound of students that now seemed very very nervous.
Time for me to back out of this mess. I tried to quietly slip away from this but Mr.Karas suddenly snapped his head towards me.
"Emily ..."
Ohcrapohcrap ... look for escape route, and conveniently enough, Mr. Ho's room is wide open and beckoning me to jump in and delve into its mysterious floorboards.
"I KNOW NOTHING!!!" I run into the room and managed to find to find the trap door as it swung open before I reached it.
*pause* pissed teacher or weird freaky trap door
I choose the trap door.
"Hey, wait for us!"
The door slammed shut.