Stacey’s POV:
Another boring-ass meeting. What did I do to deserve this?
You chose this career. It comes with the job.
I hated these meetings; it’s always something about not getting paid enough or us lecturers just happening to be doing something wrong. It’s always that, so might as well get it over with.
The principal was a bit late, so we have been waiting for the past 20 min.
I glanced at the clock again. Time hadn’t moved.
How is that even possible? Maybe you slipped into some kind of purgatory.
Just as I considered walking out and faking a migraine or just plain old sickness, the door finally swung open with the dramatic flair only Principal Clarke could manage.
He’s so dramatic.
His tie was slightly askew, his forehead glistening like he’d jogged from the car park. “Apol
