|Mr. Gerald Foster|
Here is his description, straight from Dangerous Decision:
The new schoolmaster marched confidently up the aisle with long, purposeful strides. No dust covered his neatly pressed dark pants and waistcoat. No fear showed in his stern, unsmiling face. Not a hair was misplaced, not a button undone.
He stood in front of his desk and studied his new students with dark gray eyes. “I am Mr. Foster, your new schoolmaster,” he said when the room had quieted. “The school board warned me that this is a rowdy class. I am here to see that it is rowdy no longer.” He crossed his arms over his chest and set his lips in a thin, grim line, as if daring anyone to disagree.
Andi chanced a quick glance at the boys from the corner of her eye. Every boy sat ramrod straight, gazes locked on Mr. Foster. Even Johnny Wilson looked subdued.Mr. Foster took his place behind his desk and began speaking. “You will conduct yourselves as ladies and gentlemen at all times—both inside the classroom and after hours.” He held up his hand and began ticking off on his fingers, “Truthfulness, honesty, punctuality, cleanliness, and kindness to others will be the ambition of our class, along with the highest standards of academic achievement. To achieve these goals, I have drawn up a list of rules.”
Oh, yeah! Mr. Foster had a whole list of rules--terrible rules, like not even climbing a tree. And no creatures in the classroom. That didn't bode well for Cory's snake, the one he'd brought me just that morning. Worse . . . I felt his ruler against my palm on the very first day! And it wasn't even my fault. I never liked him very much until much, much later. And I don't think he ever liked me very much, either, although I did eventually earn his respect.