“I’m so glad you came to see me, Mr Connors, I’m certain that we can have this whole misunderstanding cleared up in no time at all. Please, take a seat.” Headmaster Thorne slid a chair towards Chase’s father.
Jon Connors looked around the office, noting that a pale girl was sitting at a table with a stricken expression on her face. She was wearing a uniform, so had to be a pupil, and was surrounded by blank sheets of lined paper. She had paid him no attention at all and appeared to be deep in thought, to the point where the pen she clutched in her hand hadn’t moved since he had walked in. In fact, he wasn’t sure if she had even blinked yet. Unsure what to make of her, he decided she might be in trouble of some type, so gave her an awkward attempt at a sympathetic smile that went unacknowl
