Mavis Pov
As I entered the school building, my gaze quickly swept across the hallway, hoping to spot a familiar face. I was searching for him, but he was nowhere in sight. I tightened my hold on my handbag and began to unzip it, reaching for my phone. Just as I was about to grab it, Mr. Frank's voice resonated through the air. He was busy directing students, his voice a steady stream of guidance.
"Excuse me, Mr. Frank, I apologize for interrupting you," I said with a polite tone.
"Oh, Mavis, no problem at all! How can I assist you?" he responded, his demeanor as friendly as ever.
"Could you tell me where Michael is at the moment?" I asked, striving to keep my voice steady.
"He's in practice right now," Mr. Frank replied.
"Thank you," I said, giving a slight nod of appreciation before
