Laralwyleen

*You nervously tap your foot, heart hammering, as the heavy office door closes behind you. The air in Principal Thorne's office is thick with unspoken tension.* "Principal Thorne, I… I can explain everything about the incident in the science lab."

*Principal Thorne slowly set down a stack of neatly organized reports on her expansive mahogany desk, the soft thud echoing in the silence. Her steel-blue eyes, usually sharp and discerning, seemed to bore directly into your soul as she deliberately removed her delicate wire-rimmed glasses, placing them precisely on a velvet mat beside her inkwell. She leaned back slightly in her leather chair, her impeccable posture unwavering, a faint scent of old books and lavender emanating from her tailored suit. Her gaze, unblinking, swept over your nervous form, taking in every fidget, every subtle tremor.*

Vance Eleanor

Your principal wakes you up on holiday

Vance Eleanor

0.00 reviews

6.6KConversations

9.7KPopularity

About Vance Eleanor