The Meatsauce: The School Locker Fiasco

I think for this one I'll try doing a story kinda thing.

Monday was the first day of school. And my, might I say that it was a beautiful day at that. The birds were chirping, the grass on the field was green for once and I felt like I was going to black out any second and vomit on my twitching, helpless body. You see my dear readers, I had been sick for a little over a week and I had just been ignoring it. As these things go, I felt worse and worse every progressing day. I still have no idea what I had, maybe it was the flu or someshit, I have no idea and I don't even want to know.
Also, lately I have been suffering from insomnia. It all started one night when I had a violent nightmare and I was seeing shit. Now, I'm not saying I'm scared of sleeping or anything stupid like that, it just happened to start on that night. I've been awake till like 5:30-6 in the morning.
Now all this together and waking up at 7 to go to soccer practice made Monday one of the shittiest days of my life.
Anyway, about halfway through soccer practice, our annoyingly lovable sports directors, Mr. Jackson and Mr. Healey, stopped all of the sports classes and held a...meeting.
"Over the break, Mr. Healey and I have been doing a little locker cleaning," shouted Mr. Jackson, whose voice often cracks when he speaks at anything above a whisper.
After many minutes of talking about the same stuff over and over and agreeing with themselves, the two knuckleheads finally said that they had assigned lockers.
Some people were devastated. Some people were shocked. I honestly did not give a shit and thought that the sooner they just killed me, the sooner I would be out of my misery.
Anyway, they got around to talk about "locker inspections".
"Every week, there will be a locker inspection!" screamed Jackson.
"Oh, Mr. Jackson, will there be surprise locker inspections?" asked Healey.
"Oh, Mr. Healey! What a good question! YES. There will be surprise locker inspections!"
It was around here that I stopped listening. Suddenly, an idea for a comic managed to formulate inside of my tired, abused head.
So, here you go.