Tara was in the locker room when the PA system crackled to life. "Tara, report immediately to the principle's office" the voice of the assistant principle said.

"Augh" Tara rolled her eyes and walked out of the locker room. For some reason, all the other girls were staring at her. "So I got in trouble, so what?" Tara thought, "it's a correctional school, I'm sure the other girls here have all seen their fair share of trouble." As she walked to the principle's office, Tara noticed all the other girl's looking at her, then awkwardly averting their eyes. "When I got sent here I thought I'd be with a bunch of girls who don't give a shit about the rules, why the hell are they all so timid?" Tara kept wondering. Finally, she reached the principles office and knocked on the door.

"Come in" said a sickeningly sweat, older woman's voice on the other side. Tara swung open the door and stepped inside.

"You called?" she said gruffly, trying to show how little she cared.

"Ah yes, Tara. Please have a seat" said the old woman, suddenly becoming much more stern. Tara pulled out a chair and sat across the desk from the principle. "Tara, do you know why you are here?" the principle asked.

"No," Tara replied, "but I'm sure your going to tell me."

"You are here, Tara," the principle began, "because your final history paper is identical to Mindy's. She claims that you pressured her into showing you her paper, is this true?"

Mindy was a girl Tara met when she first arrived at the Last Chance Correctional School for Girls. Mindy was one of the few good students at the school, her parents only sent her there because they felt she needed discipline and focus, not because she had done anything wrong, like the rest of the students. When Tara arrived at the school, Mindy had already been going there for a year.

"How do you know she didn't steal my paper?" Tara snorted back.

"Well Tara, considering that the teacher said it was an A paper, and you were failing history up to that point, I find that hard to believe. But in any case it doesn't matter, this school has a zero tolerance policy for academic dishonesty," the principle explained, "and both you and Mindy are guilty of violating it."

"So what, are we both getting detention this weekend or something" Tara rolled her eyes.

"No Tara, you have been here less than a full semester and already you have violated this schools code of conduct. Both you and Mindy will be expelled for this"

"So my parents are going to shuffle me off to some other boarding school, big whoop" Tara again rolled her eyes.

"This is called the last chance school for a reason Tara" the principle shot back.

"So I can't go to another school after this?" Tara asked.

"No Tara, I'm afraid that will be quite impossible."

"Great," Tara said, "I hate these places, now I finally won't have to deal with people like you anymore."

"Well that's certainly true Tara," the principle said, pushing an intercom button on her desk, "Tara is ready to go to her room now." The office door swung open again and one of the school's security guards, a large man wearing a belt complete with a taser and baton, stepped inside. "Mike will escort you back to your dormitory. You will be locked in for the night and officially expelled in the morning" the principle said.

"Fine" Tara said, following the security guard back to her room. Once she was inside, the guard slammed the door shut and locked it from the outside, so Tara couldn't leave. Tara smirked, the peeled off her school uniform. She tossed the white blouse, the short grey skirt, the knee high black socks and the grey, button up sweater into her hamper. "Last time I'll have to wear one of those" Tara thought, plopping down on her bed wearing nothing but her bra and panties. She then waited in her room, playing with her phone for a few hours. Tara posted "Finally getting out of this dump!" on all her social media accounts, before going to bed.

The next morning, Tara was awoken early by a banging on the outside of her door. "Put on a uniform and get ready to go!" Mike the security guard shouted from the other side.

"Why should I put on a uniform, I'm getting out of this place today" Tara shouted back.

"I'm coming in their in five minutes, if you don't have your uniform on, I'm giving you the taser!" Mike replied.

"Fine, fine" Tara said, getting up and slipping on another set of school clothes. Mike opened the door, and held up a pair of steel handcuffs.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back" Mike said, gruffly.

"What the hell are those for?" Tara asked.

"They're to make sure you don't hurt anyone or run away" Mike replied.

"Run away, you're letting me go" Tara asked, confused.

"Hands behind your back, now!" Mike replied. Tara, simply wanting to get the expulsion procedure over with, did as she was told. Mike then lead her to a hallway at the back of the school's auditorium. There, Tara saw three other girls, also in their school uniforms and handcuffed, waiting at the door to the auditorium stage. Mindy was the last girl in line, Tara didn't recognize the other two.

"So I guess you're all getting expelled today too?" Tara asked. At this, the first two girls in line shook their heads in silence, and Mindy began to cry. "Aughh," Tara thought, "Ms. goody two shoes can't handle being expelled. They're just going to send her to a different school, she should be happy to be getting out of this dump.

"I told you I didn't want to show you my paper," Mindy said, "but you kept saying you wouldn't copy it word for word, that you just needed help. I thought you were my friend!"

"Oh calm down, you should be happy I did this, you'll be better off" Tara snorted back.

"How can you say that!" Mindy yelled, sobbing again.

"Oh good grief" Tara thought, leaning against the wall and waiting for whatever was going to happen next. Finally, the door to the stage opened.

"This way girls" another security guard said. The four girls then filed through the door. It was only at this point that Tara noticed that the front two girls in line were both white as a sheet. The security guard lead the four girls onto the auditorium stage, where the curtain was still drawn. Then, as Tara stepped through the door, she saw it. Behind the drawn stage curtain, dangled four nooses. Each one dangled from the stages high ceiling, connected to the rigging above.

"Wait...wait, what is this" asked Tara, suddenly terrified. Tara saw that the first two girls had already been noosed, and Mindy was being dragged, sobbing uncontrollably, to the third noose. "Wait, this must be some mistake, I'm supposed to be getting out of here!" Tara pleaded as two security guards grabbed her arms and began dragging her to the fourth noose.

"Getting out of here? Why do you think it's called the Last Chance school?" one of the guards asked.

"Please, please don't do this!" Tara begged as one of the guards held her in position, and the other slipped the noose over her head, taking special care to get all of her hair through it, then tightening it down on her neck. "Wait, please! Just hear me out!" Tara pleaded as the two security guards walked away. Tara looked around the dark back stage, breathing heavily. She and the other three girls were alone now, but from the other side of the curtain she could hear people chatting quietly. Tara looked to her right, at the other three noosed and handcuffed girls. The first girl in line was staring at the ground, with a blank expression on her face. The second was staring resolutely out in front of her. Mindy had her head bowed, and was sobbing loudly.

"I am so sorry Mindy, I didn't know this would happen" Tara said, hoping desperately she would be forgiven.

"Fuck you Tara" Mindy replied, still sobbing.

Suddenly, Tara heard foot steps going across the stage on the other side of the curtain, and the chatter died down.

"As you know students," she heard the principal's voice saying over a microphone, "at the end of the semester, we hold this discipline assembly, in which students who have violated this school's code of conduct, or failed to meet its expectations, are permanently expelled from the system. Today, we have four of your fellow students who have failed morally, intellectually, and academically to live up to their potential. As such, we shall waste no more time, money or energy on them. May their fate be a warning to any in the audience who would take the easy path, and not the RIGHT path." Suddenly, the curtain pulled back, revealing to Tara that the entire school was in the auditorium. All the teachers were sitting in the front two rows, and all the students behind them. On the right side of the stage, holding a microphone, was the principle. "First, we have young Ms. Choe, who failed to maintain the minimum allowable grade point average," the principle said, slowly and menacingly walking over to the first girl in line. A security guard holding a remote and a knife stood behind her. "Ms. Choe, have you got anything to say for yourself?" the principle asked, shoving the microphone in her face. Choe simply shook her head no. "Well at least she knows when to shut her mouth" the principle said, then stepping back and gesturing to the security guard.

The guard then unbuttoned Choe's sweater, and tore open her shirt. Then, he took his knife, and cut off her bra, exposing her breasts to the entire school. Choe closed her eyes and took deep breaths, clearly on the verge of tears. The guard then stepped back, and pushed a button on the remote. Suddenly, Choe was lifted high above the stage, and she began to kick and squirm fiercely at the end of the rope. Tara couldn't take her eyes off Choe, dangling and swinging. Mindy on the other hand, kept looking at the floor and crying.

Choe swung at the end of her rope for nearly twenty minutes, before finally falling still, her bladder releasing itself on the stage. Tara shuddered at the sound of urine hitting the hardwood floor. It was only then that Tara looked out over the audience to see that many of her fellow students had pulled out their phones and were recording this spectacle. "They don't usually let us have our phones at assemblies" Tara thought.

"One down, three to go" the principle said into her microphone. "Next, we have Ms. Kimberly, who was caught sending nude photos of herself to another student. Do you have anything to say Ms. Kimberly?"

"Fuck you, fuck this school, and fuck my parents for sending me here. What's on my phone is none of your damn business!" Kimberly said angrily.

"Well, you wanted one student to see your tits, now they're all going to see them" the principle said, stepping back. The security guard then stepped up to Kimberley, who was trying to look confident, but whose face had gone pale white. He tore open her shirt, and cut off her bra, exactly as he had done to Choe. Then, he stepped back, and pushed a button on his remote. Kimberly was yanked up by her neck, to hang next to Choe. She too, swung back and forth, fiercely trying to get some relief from the noose, to no avail. Tara, again, couldn't take her eyes off the poor girl, thinking only about the agony she must have been experiencing. Tara new that in just a few moments, she would experience that agony as well. Then she realized that Mindy would experience that same agony, and it was all her fault.

Finally, after about fifteen minutes, Kimberly too fell limp, and her bladder released on the stage. This time, it was close enough for Tara to smell it, and it nearly made her sick. "Well, she wanted her tits on other students phones," the principle said, "now anyone who wants can get them." Then, she strolled slowly over to Mindy, who was still sobbing uncontrollably. "Next, we have poor little Mindy, the cheater who let a fellow student plagiarize her work. What do you have to say for yourself Mindy?" the principle asked, shoving the microphone in her face.

"Please!" Mindy sobbed, "I don't wanna die! I don't belong here! It's all her fault!"

"It's true!" Tara put in, "it's my fault she's here, let her go!"

"Tara, god damn it, you will speak when you are spoken too!" the principle barked, then taking a deep breath. "Mindy," she continued, "you know full well what this school's rules say about academic dishonesty. You supplied Tara with the material to cheat, now you will face the consequences." Then, she stepped back, and let the security guard get to work.

"No, please, I'll do anything!" Mindy begged as the guard tore open her shirt. "I'll be good, I promise I'll be good, just don't do this!" she continued to beg as the gaurd cut off her bra and exposed her breasts, heaving from her sobbing, to the entire school. The guard then stepped back, and held up the remote. "NOOOO! PLEASE! PLEA-augh achhk" Mindy screamed, then being cut off by the constricting noose, as she was yanked into the air. Tara couldn't help but stare up at Mindy as she danced in her noose. Tara could here the sounds of her gagging and choking in agony.

"I am so sorry Mindy!" Tara shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Shut your damn mouth or I'll have you tased!" the principle shouted. Tara continued to watch for another twenty minutes, as Mindy twisted and writhed in agony, with the entire school watching. Tears streamed down her face, and she continued to cry silently as Mindy stopped dancing, and she too wet the stage. This time, it was so close that a little urine splashed onto Tara's feet. Tara took a few deep breaths and tried to compose herself as the principle approached.

"And finally, we have Tara," she began, "the one who plagiarized Mindy's work. Do you have any final words for your classmates?"

"This isn't fare, I've only been here one semester," Tara pleaded, "I didn't know the rules, this isn't fair!"

"This is called the last chance school for a reason Tara, and you've already used yours" the principle said, stepping back. Then the security guard stepped up to Tara, and tore open her shirt. "Please, this isn't fair" Tara whispered to him. He simply cut off her bra in silence, groping her as he did so. Then, he stepped back. Tara breathed heavily as the guard looked over his remote. "Oh god no, oh god this is it" Tara thought. Then, the guard pushed the button, and Tara was hoisted into the air.

Suddenly, she felt immense pain in her neck as the noose tightened down on it. She began to panic and struggle for air immediately. She looked out over the crowd of students, to see dozens of phones capturing her final moments. "I hope those sick fucks all find themselves up here someday" Tara thought, as she writhed at the end of her rope. As she swung back and forth, Tara could feel the life draining from her body. Her extremities began to feel cold and heavy, and her vision began to blur. "I can't believe my parents would send me here!" Tara thought, still squirming. Then, her frantic kicking and squirming began to slow. Her legs kicked in a slower and slower bicycling motion, until they finally fell limp. Then, her right leg twitched one last time, and Tara was overcome by the most intense orgasm she had ever felt, as her bladder released on the floor. "I hope Mindy got to have one of those" she thought, as her eyes closed, and she faded into oblivion.

"Alright," the principle said in her microphone, "you're all dismissed, let this assembly be a lesson to you." Then, the students, the teachers, the security guards and the principle all filed out of the auditorium, leaving Choe, Kimberly, Mindy and Tara, dangling there over the stage.