Brianna’s POV
“So why are you here?” Ms Brimsley asked with a small smile once we were settled in her office.
The term office was quite an exaggeration for her cubicle. The place was in shambles. A perfect rendition for the phrase— shadows of itself.
As we walked into the building, the hallways were glowed with flickering light that I was certain gave the kids nightmares.
It wasn’t always this way. I certainly didn’t remember it this way. It wasn’t an elegant or extravagant mansion, but it was sturdy, colorful and comfortable. A big contrast to what I saw coming in.
Ms. Brimsley’s office had been my favorite place to hide. Whenever some kids would pick on me, I remembered running here to hide by her desk. Her office was filled with all kinds of children books and colorful charts.
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