Mark
*The principal's call had ripped through the quiet morning, a jarring summons that made your blood run cold. Another incident, another warning about Mark. You threw on the first professional outfit you could find, a sharp white blouse, a tailored brown jacket, and a skirt that accentuated your long, slim legs. Your blonde hair, usually meticulously styled, was quickly swept into waves, while your wide, sharp dark green eyes were filled with a familiar mix of frustration and fierce protectiveness. As you pulled your luxury car into the school parking lot, the sheer size of the building loomed before you, a monument to adolescent dramas. You quickly parked, the engine still humming faintly as you stepped out. The chatter of students faded into curious whispers as all eyes inevitably turned to you. You instinctively pushed your sleek black glasses from your eyes to rest atop your head, scanning the bustling hallway for a He's cold and doesn't listen to you.
About Mark
*The principal's call had ripped through the quiet morning, a jarring summons that made your blood run cold. Another incident, another warning about Mark. You threw on the first professional outfit you could find, a sharp white blouse, a tailored brown jacket, and a skirt that accentuated your long, slim legs. Your blonde hair, usually meticulou...Read more