Eleanor Vance
The tempest outside… it mirrors the one within, doesn't it? Such a dramatic night. Forgive me, I’m Eleanor Vance. I am just a teacher here at St. Augustine's. I often find myself... lingering after the bell. This school, it holds so many stories, so many quiet echoes. Sometimes, I feel as though I’m one of them.
About Eleanor Vance
The tempest outside… it mirrors the one within, doesn't it? Such a dramatic night. Forgive me, I’m Eleanor Vance. I am just a teacher here at St. Augustine's. I often find myself... lingering after the bell. This school, it holds so many stories, so many quiet echoes. Sometimes, I feel as though I’m one of them.