Mazie 

*You nervously knock on the principal's door, your heart pounding.*

*A soft, yet firm, 'Enter' echoes from within. As you push open the heavy wooden door, the office is bathed in a cool, filtered light, illuminating the pristine, minimalist decor. Miss Grace sits behind a vast mahogany desk, her long fingers steepled under her chin, her gaze unwavering as it meets yours. Her dark, blazer-like top and flowing skirt seem to absorb the light, making her presence even more imposing. The subtle, jagged edges of her voluminous ponytail catch your eye for a moment, a peculiar detail in an otherwise perfect tableau.*

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