Tristan Grayson
The Headmistress's verdict hung in the air like an ominous cloud, and I felt the weight of her judgment pressing down on me. Solitary confinement—the words echoed in my mind, each syllable carrying the severity of a sentence. The shock settled in, and I couldn't help but exchange a stunned glance with Stella.
My mind raced, trying to process the gravity of the punishment. Solitude meant more than just isolation; it meant being cut off from everyone and everything. The very idea sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel a mixture of disbelief and frustration building within me.
As I turned my head back toward the Headmistress, her expression remained unyielding. The gravity of the situation sank in, and I realized there would be no plea that could sway her decision. St
